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Elliot He/Him 25 ! I write x male readers for NU!

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14 days with you role-play ~ ♡

Hello! I am looking for a role-play partner for the yandere dating sim ‘14 days with you’ ♡

I would prefer to play the role of Ren/[REDACTED], however, if you would like to take this role, please let me know! I would also prefer a cis/FTM male OC/Angel as I am more comfortable writing for that dynamic! Please ensure you include a bio of your OC to allow ‘Ren’ to have the background knowledge required for the story to progress!

Semi-lit/lit with regular responses. I will not be upset if days are missed, however, as I understand life can get busy! Just let me know OOC if any issues arise.

TW: Due to the themes of the VN, the RP will also include stalking, obsession, blood, violence, character death, abuse etc. Absolutely no harm will come to Angel! ♡ I am comfortable with mentions of trauma.

Conditions: Must be 18+! RP will include NSFW themes. Ren is customisable to suit Angel!

Role-play will be hosted on discord!

Please message for further details or to show interest!

[brotherismine]

Happy birthday Yakumo ~! ♡ ♡ ♡

[brotherismine]

Happy Birthday, Aster ♡

I love you so much, baby boy! You mean the world to me and I am so glad we met in this universe. You are my favourite and I’ll always love you ♡

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Under That Blinking Red Light (2/2)

A/N: (Y/n)’s been hurt one too many times. Too many alphas ran away from how bad he wanted them. If desire was disgusting, then he’d at least get paid for it. He’s even got a number one subscribe now, Sea-Dragon keeps spending like his money grows on trees, and who knows? It actually might. ~6.6k words.

Warnings: Power play, voyeurism ((Y/n) is an OnlyFans streamer), Edging, Masks, Size kink, Handcuffs. I think that's all! Sorry if I missed anything.

P.S: Happy Kink-tober! I had to split this into two posts because of tumblr's fuckass block limit whatever the fuck that is.

Find Part One: Here. (NSFW, MDNI)

Credits: banners/dividers are made by @/cafekitsune

RedLightOmega: Hey handsome, congrats again winner!  😘

RedLightOmega: Make sure to buy a mask, I’ve got everything else. 

RedLightOmega: Obviously as I said earlier, you’ll be restrained while I go to town on you, it’s just for security purposes.  

Sea-Dragon: I can’t even believe it. 

Jacaerys takes a deep breath, trying and failing to find balance. 

His center is you shaped, you-forward, he’s off kilter already. 

Sea-Dragon: When can I see you?

RedLightOmega: Ooo you’re already antsy I like that in alphas.

Jacaerys groans loudly, cock already throbbing, a wet spot in his pajamas. 

 RedLightOmega: I already streamed this week, so next week at the earliest babe. 

RedLightOmega: Sorry 😘

“Seven fuckin’ days man?” Jacaerys sighs dramatically. 

“I’m sure it’ll be worth it for him.” Jacaerys says warmly. 

Sea-Dragon: No worries, sweetheart. I’ll make sure I hold off on anything just for you. 

RedLightOmega: ugh a man after my own heart….just say you’re saving that load for me 😩

Jacaerys bites the back of his hand. 

His pants chafe and rub at his all wrong. 

Sea-Dragon: You’re not making this easy for me…

RedLightOmega: Sorry babes! 

RedLightOmega: I’ll see you in a week. Expect the address soon. 

Jacaerys locked his phone. 

His hands move slow unbuttoning his pants.

Jacaerys bites his bottom lip as he pulls his cock out through the fly. 

He reaches for a few tissues before freezing. 

“God…fuck me—“ He groans loudly throwing away the tissues. 

He thinks back to your words, heat still stirring in his core, flowing through his body.

He tucks himself back in, squeezing his eyes shut as he waits for his cock to soften. 

Jacaerys goes about his day, thinking of sad puppies and elderly people sitting alone in restaurants to make sure he stays calm.

He counts down the days, crossing out each one with red sharpie on his calendar.

“Today’s the day…” He murmurs, circling Friday in the same marker. 

He takes the day to himself.

Jacaerys takes rapid deep breathes. His head jerks to the side from his own hand crashing across his face. 

“You’re going to do great.” He snarls at himself, ignoring the way his cheek blooms red. 

“You’re going to give him the best fucking of his life, and he’s going to love you.” Jacaerys voice was certain, but the tremble carried from his fingertips all the way down. 

Jacaerys eyes squeeze shut. 

His breath leaves him like a leaf in the wind.

“And it’ll be for you. Not the things you can do, or can give him.” 

The words leave his mouth, he knows he’s said them.

But his own heartbeat in his ears drowns everything. 

You had everything ready. 

The lighting was set. 

The cameras were ready. 

Your laptop and phone situated so you could read comments and thank subscribers when donations came through. 

Your mask was on. 

You’d bought and were currently wearing the lacy briefs Sea-Dragon had asked for. 

“He’s just a subscriber.”

You grit your teeth. 

“He’s gonna sit down in this seat. I’m gonna handcuff’em, make sure he can’t move, and then I’m gonna rock his world.” 

You groan loudly, fingers rubbing circles into your temples. 

You get up, pacing back and forth.

Your breathing hitches, you freeze in place, as the knocks on your door seem to echo.

You clear your throat, your hands folding over the smooth planes of your mask. 

You close your eyes as you open the door. 

“Sea-Dragon?” You say softly. 

“Yeah. That’s me.” A husky voice responds. 

“Why’re your eyes closed?” He asks. 

You can feel the air shift, the soft press of carpet under his feet as he walks in. 

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be wearing the mask already.” You sheepishly say, closing the door.

You struggle to get your breathing under control, eyes fluttering open as you still face the door. 

“Well I am, so I’d like to see those pretty eyes of yours.” He says unsure, like his confidence is a projection. 

You turn around, giving him a small smile as your eyes lock onto his. 

“He seems familiar…” You think to yourself. 

“Huh….why do I know those eyes…” Jacaerys wonders. 

You walk closer, taking in the difference between you two. 

You see his hands twitch, before one goes to yours. 

His thumb rubbing in a wide arc across the back of your hand. 

“I’m nervous…” He admits. 

“Me too…first time I’ve done something like this…” You huff through a laugh. 

You gingerly lace your fingers with his.

The instability in his fingers, his posture, stopping the moment your eyes meet his and your lips curl into a smile. 

Jacaerys’ breath hitches, his heart skipping like a scratched CD. 

“So…what now?” He asks softly. 

You lead him over to the chair you’ve set up. 

Jacaerys sits down, cock already aching as you cuff his ankles. 

“Here.” You hand him some cream. 

“The mask can chafe, especially the leather you’ve chosen.” You turn around, covering your eyes. 

“O-oh…” Jacaerys can feel his skin heating up the leather. 

“Thank you.” He murmurs, unzipping his mask. 

He gently lathers his face, making sure he’s set for however long this’ll take. 

The moment you hear his mask zip again you turn around a small smile still tugging at your lips. 

“No worries SD.” You put the lotion behind a camera, right out of sight. 

“Are you ready?” You ask, hand gently caressing his arms, pressing deeper to feel his muscles.

“As I’ll ever be.” He rasps. 

“Good.” The hand cuff clicks around one of his wrists.

It echos again, clicking shut around his other wrist. 

You start your stream, standing in front of the camera, blocking Jacaerys. 

“Hi guys!” You chirp. 

“I hope you’re ready for this.” You smirk, revealing the masked alpha. 

You turn back to Jacaerys, walking over and sitting behind him. 

“This fine specimen, generous alpha, is Sea-Dragon.” You drag your hand down across his chest, groping the swollen muscle. 

“I’m sure you guys probably aren’t his biggest fan considering he’s always buying the sponsored streams, and now this.” You laugh, softly hand cupping his cheek. 

“But just look at him? Isn’t he something?” You look back to the camera. 

“Do you know what you’ve bought today?” You coo in his ear, hands trailing  down to his waistband. 

Jacaerys’ muscles pull taut, his cock already starting to swell and strain against his underwear. 

An obscene wet spot already forming dripping. 

“Your…your time…your touch.” He says breathless, lifting his hips as you shimmy down his garments, letting them bunch up around his ankles. 

“Good boy.” You coo, gently wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. 

Jacaerys hisses, hips jerking forward. 

“But no you’ve bought an experience.” You kiss his cheek, slowly dragging your hand up the enormous length and girth.

You smile, squeezing around Jacaerys’ wet head, as he breathlessly groans. 

You look over to the chat stream, laughing as donations come in. 

“He is huge isn’t he?” You say loudly, still stroking him. 

Jacaerys freezes, still gasping softly. 

“I thought you’d be different…” Jacaerys thinks, feeling his heart fall into his stomach. 

“I can take’em though.” You press your lips against Jacaerys’ scent gland, nipping lightly. 

The moment Jacaerys’ breathing hitches, you let go of his cock like it burned you. 

“Shh, it’s okay baby, hold it.” You whisper kissing his cheek. 

“M’close— so close.” Jacaerys groans. 

“I know you are, but hold it baby.” You coo. 

Jacaerys leans into your touch, breathing raggedly, his muscles jerking, abs rippling.

His cock throbs, tip drooling obscenely, but he manages to stave off his orgasm. 

“That’s a good boy SD.” You murmur, getting up, and dropping in between his knees. 

Jacaerys’ licks his lips, a wry smile stretching. 

“Can I cum?” He asks quicker than he can think. 

“Not yet.” Your breath ghosts his sensitive cock. 

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, Jacaerys’ knot already swelling slightly. 

“Oh my god.” You groan lovingly, tongue dragging up and down his length. 

“You’re like a fuckin’ god.” Your voice comes out muffled as your lips wrap around his knot. 

Jacaerys throws his head back, his thighs tensing as you leave hickies on his sensitive spongey member. 

“It’s not that special—“ Jacaerys voice breaks into whorish moan, feeling your canines drag across his knot. 

“It absolutely is.” You kiss his tip, sucking hard, groaning at his taste.

“God…I hope you’re single…” You moan, bobbing your head back and forth. 

“I’d feel so bad for you mate, ‘cause right now? I couldn’t care less if they knew…or even walked into this room.” You giggle. 

“Ngh—fuck—!” Jacaerys feels his peak approaching. 

“No—no!” He cries, feeling you pull off instantly. 

“Shhh, I don’t want this to end just yet.” Your finger pushes his tip down, letting his cock spring up. 

“Besides.” You watch with amusement as Jacaerys presses his soles into the ground trying to stave off his orgasm. 

“I’m sure you’d rather cum inside me…right, SD?” You blow a stream of air at his sensitive cock. 

Jacaerys moans hips jerking upward. “More than anything.” His tears fall, wetting the leather of his mask. 

You suck his cock again, taking him deep within your throat. 

Your eyes sting with unshed tears, but you can’t stop yourself. 

Jacaerys nearly screams when your nose touches his groin. 

“M’sorry—M’sorry—“ Jacaerys sobs as his hips jerk forward. 

His arms strain against the metal cuffs, digging into his skin as he tries to rest his hand on the back of your head.

You pull off again, resting your cheek against his thigh, watching as his testicles draw upwards. 

“Baby…hold it for me.” You plead. 

“Can’t—too much—“ Jacaerys cries. 

“Oh—fuck!” Jacaerys shouts, pain and pleasure blooming across his body. 

You lick your lips, admiring the teeth marks on his knot. 

“S’okay…I made sure you held it.” You giggle, hands caressing up and down his thighs. 

“I’m sorry honey, I might’ve bitten a little harder than needed.” You kiss his knot softly, tongue dragging across the indents. 

Jacaerys’ head hangs off the back of his seat. 

His tears stream down his face.

His thighs tense.

His hips jerk, as you keep working him to the edge of his release.

He whines louder as you keep dragging him back from his orgasm. 

You look over to your phone, keeping track of how long you’ve been edging him. 

“Such a good boy.” You kiss Jacaerys’ thigh before finally standing up. 

“You did a good job holding it for me.” You cup Jacaerys’ cheeks, kissing him deeply. 

Jacaerys moans into your mouth. 

Your tongue slides across his top lip, as you make-out with him.

Jacaerys sniffles, letting you in. 

Letting you lead him. 

“Please love…” Jacaerys whimpers against yours lips. 

“Please what honey?” You ask.

“Please let me fuck you.” Jacaerys says pathetically. 

“I wanna feel your insides.” Jacaerys’ voice breaks with a hiccup. 

“Such a soft alpha…” You kiss Jacaerys’ eyes. 

“My favorite kind.” You whisper in his ear.

“You’re so big though SD…I need to be prepped.” You sultrily say. 

“Let me—please let me…” Jacaerys cries. 

“Okay sweetie.” You murmur. “Hang on.”

Jacaerys’ eyebrows furrow, he squeaks as his back hits the ground as gently as you could muster. 

“Sorry…sudden I know.” You kneel next to his head, leaning down to kiss him softly. 

Jacaerys’ eyes widen. 

Heat coils in his gut.

The base of his cock throbs.

His gums ache. 

“Please sit on my face…” he says raggedly. 

“Please—please—please…” Jacaerys’ arms tense like he needs to move you onto his face. 

“Shhh.” You move yourself, hovering just above his face. 

“I’m going to.” You giggle. 

You lean down, just enough Jacaerys’ tongue can lap at your slicked hole, but not enough you’re sitting on his face. 

“I can take it.” He says lifting his head trying to bury his tongue deeper. 

“Sit on my face please.” Jacaerys whines. 

“O-okay.” You say thrown off guard. 

You rest your full weight on Jacaerys’ face. You groan and moan softly feeling his tongue push into you. 

Jacaerys slurps and sucks at your rim like a man starved. 

Like a man trying to write sonnets and soliloquies with his tongue. 

Like a man who could convey every single iota of his longing with physical service. 

“Ngh—fuck!” You gasp, grinding down on his tongue. 

“You’re good—ah! At that!” You sob, your thighs shaking. 

You immediately move back, hand wrapped around your own. 

You jerk yourself off, your free hand going to cup Jacaerys’ cheek. 

Your thumb hooks into his mouth, the soft pad pressing his mouth open. 

“Ah!” You shudder as your cock throbs. Your seed paints Jacaerys. 

Vicious white strands land across the contours of his face. 

Across his cheek, his eye, his lips. 

He licks what he can, taking deep breaths as you come down from your high. 

You lean down, dragging your tongue through the mess you made, before molding your lips against his. 

Jacaerys moans into your mouth, swallowing down your seed with an unrivaled hunger. 

You slowly pull back up, Jacaerys chases your lips, but settles for your thighs. 

“Good boy.” You gently pat his cheek, thumb swiping across his bottom lip. 

You stand up on shaky legs, before getting Jacaerys sitting back up. 

You straddle him again, groaning softly as you push 4 of your fingers inside of you. 

You bite your bottom lip as you stretch your fingers to make sure you can take him. 

Your hand goes up to Jacaerys’ mouth.

He wordlessly opens his mouth, sucking your fingers clean. 

He moans and whimpers, bobbing his head back and forth, until you pull them out. 

Jacaerys kisses your fingertips before leaning forward. 

He kisses your cheek, before rubbing his cheek against yours. 

“I hope you’re ready for this.” Your voice comes out soft and low, like you’re alone with him, not broadcasting this moment to countless faceless people. 

Jacaerys bites his bottom lip, nodding eagerly. 

“Good boy.” You press your lips against his. 

“Aaah—“ You sweetly moan, feeling Jacaerys’ blunt thick head press at your rim. 

“You can take it.” Jacaerys groans, leaning forward peppering wet kisses across your chest. 

His hips jerk upward, as you keep sinking down his cock. 

“God you’re so tight and warm.” He babbles leaving love bites on every inch of skin he can reach. 

“You’re filling me so—“ You take a sharp breath, moaning loudly as your ass claps against his groin. “So fuckin’ good.” 

You lean forward, mouthing at Jacaerys’ neck, your hand clawing at his chest. 

Red streaks bloom across his flesh.

He groans rutting upwards, grinding his knot into your rim. 

“You wanna fuck me so bad, hmm?” You giggle kissing Jacaerys as you roll your hips. 

“Soooo bad—anh! Like you wouldn’t—fuck! Believe…” He murmurs, hips jerking upwards. 

“God you feel so good SD.” You whine, slamming down harder and faster. 

“Fuck—call me—call me—“ Your hand shoots over his mouth. 

“SD, we’re live remember?” You whisper, still rolling your hips. 

You kiss his eyes as he tears up. 

“No real names…I’d hate for this to get back to your real life.” You kiss along his jaw line. 

“What if—ah—angh! I want that!” Jacaerys sobs, his lashes wet, his hair drenched with sweat. 

“Shhh…don’t ruin your life babe.” You push his hair back out of his face. 

“God I bet you’re a fuckin’ looker under this, hmm?” You pull his mask before letting it go taut against his skin. 

Jacaerys growls, his hips snapping up faster. 

“You gonna—fuck! You gonna cum for me?” You moan, matching his pace. 

“Fuck—yes—I’m gonna knot you!” Jacaerys moans, his hips rutting stronger and stronger. 

You mewl and whimper feeling his knot stretch you before pulling back. 

You push down harder against his thrusting, finally feeling his knot sink in. 

“Fuck!” You sob, your cock throbbing against Jacaerys’ abdomen as your seed paints him in white ropes. 

Jacaerys bites down on your chest, spit and his hot heavy breath splashing out from where his mouth is sealed against your flesh. 

He grinds his knot deeper, whimpering as your walls milk his sensitive flesh for every last drop. 

Jacaerys rests his forehead against your chest, his teeth pulling out of your flesh. 

“M’sorry…” Jacaerys says breathlessly, kissing the deep groves. 

“Fuck…that was intense…” You press your forehead against his.

You mold your lips against his, pressing soft wet kisses as you both bask in the afterglow. 

Your fingers slowly play at the edges of his leather mask. 

“I could pull this off…” You think to yourself. 

You bite your tongue as you pull your hands away. 

“That’s all I’ve got in me for today. Thank you guys so much for tuning in.” You grab the camera showing off Jacaerys masked face.

Just by the eyes alone you can tell how fucked out he is. 

“And a special thank you to Sea-Dragon who made this possible.” You kiss him on the lips as you end the stream. 

The moment the hum from the lights die out. 

The moment the red flash of the camera blinks out.

You cradle his head closely, fingers undoing the knots in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. 

He croons in delight, his breathing evening out.

You can feel your chest rumble as you purr in contentment. 

It curdles as you remember this was transactional. 

You take a deep breath.

“I can’t keep touching him like this…he isn’t mine…” You think forlornly. 

“Don’t let go…” Jacaerys whimpers, trying to snuggle closer into your body the moment he feels you start to pull away. 

Your chest aches, your heart lurches. 

“I won’t.”

You know better. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll hold you until you’re good.” You kiss the crown of his head. 

You feel him relax in your hold, though his arms keep tensing like he wants to hold you. 

“Are the cuffs uncomfortable?” You ask softly, fingers still gently sweeping across the back of his head. 

“No…” He says nuzzling against your chest. 

“I wanna hold you too…” he admits burying his face. 

You kiss the crown of his head.

He takes a shuddering breath feeling you smile against his skin. 

He lifts his head as he feels you leaning over to unlock the cuffs. 

“There you go.” You whisper. 

His arms come up, halfway around you already before he freezes. 

“It’s okay.” You whisper. 

Jacaerys’ breathing hitches.

His arms lock behind you, gently rubbing up and down your back. 

You both wordlessly groom each other. 

Each dreading the count down of his knot softening. 

Your eyes mist the moment he softens and slips out. 

“Uh…”

“Uhm…”

You both can’t meet the others’ eyes. 

“You can shower first. I have to pack my equipment up.” You say, though you move slower.

Like a challenge to keep you here. 

“Can we uh…” Jacaerys’ hands linger, he lets them fall off ages after you’ve already stood up. 

“Can we what, SD?” Your voice is soft, laced with yearning just like his. 

“Can we shower together?” His voice is meek. 

“Maybe sleep together?” His voice seems hopeful. 

“Can’t.” You say without tearing up. 

“I have work early tomorrow.” You cup his cheek. 

“Same.” Jacaerys whispers. 

“My boss is kind of an asshole, so if I’m late I’ll never hear the end of it.” You kiss the tip of his nose. 

“You want me to talk to him?” Jacaerys offers, half serious, half joking. 

“No.” You giggle. 

“But…uhm—how would we…shower together?” You ask sheepishly. 

“We can’t exactly take our masks off.” You laugh low. 

“You take yours off…I keep mine on…and I keep my eyes closed the entire time?” Jacaerys offers. 

“How do I know you’ll keep your word?” You giggle. 

“God I love your laugh…but why’s it so familiar? Where have I heard it before?” Jacaerys muses. 

“I respect you. A great deal.” His hand goes to yours, his thumb swiping gently back and forth across the back of it. 

“I wouldn’t want to make you feel unsafe…especially after what we’ve done.” His eyes trail up to meet yours. 

“Okay.” You say softly. 

“Close’em.” Your hands go up, shaking, trembling as you unzip the back of your mask. 

Jacaerys’ eyes snap shut, he squeezes them like even the faintest amount of light could break his promise. 

“I’ll take care of what I can.” You take Jacaerys’ hand, leading him to the bathroom. 

“Lift your leg up, now the other one.” You narrate as you help him into the tub. 

You both sit down, Jacaerys’ eyes still painfully shut. 

You run the bath, making sure the water is nice and warm. 

“I’ll do you first.” You coo, straddling Jacaerys.

His hands go to your hips.

Your hands lather in shampoo. 

You gently work it into his hair, making sure his hair is nice and lathered. 

“Keep those eyes closed.” You jest, as you pour water over his head, making sure to rinse the soap out. 

Jacaerys does the same, letting your turn around. 

He holds his hands out in front of you, waiting until you dollop shampoo into his hands. 

His hands work slow and methodical.

Fingers trembling as if the harshest touch could shatter you. 

His hands aimlessly touch around looking for the same basin you used to rinse your hair clean. 

You both sit in the tub, neither wanting to move. Jacaerys buries his face in your neck, eyes dilating behind his lids as he finally takes in your scent. 

“Lemon-tart and shortbread dough.” Jacaerys commits the aroma to memory.

You lean into him, eyes fluttering shut as you relish in the feeling of his hard warm body behind you. 

The moment your hands prune, you stand up. 

“You can finish up in here. I’ll knock twice when I’m leaving.” You quickly get out of the water, ignoring the way Jacaerys’ hand nearly catches yours. 

“Right…sure.” Jacaerys’ hand clasps around nothing as he leans back in the tub. 

“Thank you, SD.” You whisper. 

You get changed, making sure to package all your equipment.

You walk everything down to your car, putting everything away, before heading back up. 

You draw your hoodie up, as you enter the room. 

“Hey SD?” You call out. 

“I got my stuff packed and handled already. I’m leaving the room key here. It’s already paid for, so just give it to the front desk workers when you leave.” You place the card down. 

“Yeah. Uhm…send me a DM when you’re home safely.” His voice comes through rough and ragged. 

“Yeah, sure thing. See ya.” You say, heading back out. 

You rush down the stairwell, tears stinging your eyes. 

You keep it together even as you drive home. 

Jacaerys hugs his knees to his chest. 

He takes deep shuddering breaths to keep himself from breaking. 

When you’re both home, and you’ve both told each other as much, neither of you finds sleep. 

Both tossing and turning as the night drags on. 

Your eyes snap open.

Face wet. 

You don’t know if it’s from sweat or tears. 

You hiss as you look at yourself in the bathroom. 

The bags under your eyes heavy.

You splash water on your face, brushing your teeth, before heading back to bed. 

Your eyes widen as your phone lights up. 

“Fuck!” You shout, rushing to get ready.

“I’M SO LATE OH MY GOD.” You groan.

You’re already 20 minutes late by the time you’re out the door. 

“iPad, phone, keys, wallet…” You quickly pat down your body to take inventory. 

“Whew.” You take a breath as you sit down in the Uber. 

You absentmindedly grab your neck. A stress tick you never quite grew out of.

You’re too preoccupied making the notes for Jacaerys. 

Too caught up in making sure you’re caught up for the day. Making sure Jacaerys’ coffee order is waiting for you in the lobby when you get to work.

You don’t notice you’ve touched your own flesh, your uncovered scent gland leaking your pheromones in small amounts.

“Where the fuck is he!?” Jacaerys snarls, panicking before his major client meeting. 

The bags under his eyes only barely noticeable thanks to the skin products he has.

He didn’t sleep well. 

At all really.

He couldn’t. 

Not when he was still imagining that omega’s hands on him.

Not when he was still savoring the first—and probably—only time he’d ever be fully sheathed in wet warmth like that. 

Not when he was still imagining himself being held like he was worth something. 

Not when he was still imagining himself coming home to that omega.

Jacaerys groans, fingers rubbing at his temples. 

He can’t find anything. 

Not the notes (Y/n) usually prepares. 

Not his morning coffee. 

His calendar isn’t even updated yet. 

“God!” He snarls, throwing a leather case against the wall. 

“Hi, Mr. Velaryon!” You squeak as you walk in. 

Eyes widening as the briefcase flies across the room. 

The crashing sound echos, before Jacaerys heavy breathing is all that’s left.

“Where the fuck were you?!” Jacaerys snarls, before you can explain yourself. 

“I know. I’m sorry, sir.” You say eyes downcast. 

“Here.” You say softly handing him his notes and his coffee order. 

Jacaerys takes a sip, before gagging and spitting it out.

He crushes it in his hand, uncaring of the scalding liquid as it pours onto the ground. 

He throws the paper cup into the trash. 

“What, did you piss in that fucking cup?” He growls. 

“God, you’re fucking useless!” He roars. 

You tense, head going lower. 

“You better pray this meeting goes fucking swimmingly, or we’re gonna have a very lengthy discussion about your future here.” Jacaerys snatches the notes from your hand. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Velaryon.” Your voice is meek and shaky. 

“Of fuckin’ course you are.” He bitterly laughs. 

“You’re sorry as fuck.” Jacaerys derisively states, shoulder checking you as he leaves.

He slams the door behind himself, the hanging portraits and degrees shake.

Your scent shifts, lemon-tart and short bread turning acrid. 

Jacaerys’ eyes widen. 

He freezes right outside his office. 

His nostrils flare as he takes in your scent. 

“It’s him.” He turns around hand on the doorknob. 

He hears you sniffle. 

Before he can walk through, his phone goes off. 

He grits his teeth. He can’t be late to this meeting. 

“Fuck.” He mutters, before making his way to his meeting. 

“It’s okay…” You take a deep breath.

“I was late…shit happens…” A sob breaks from your throat.

Your fingers go to the corner of your eyes wiping along the lash line. 

Your eyes squeeze shut, your breath coming in shaky pulses.

“It’s fine…we’re okay…” You sigh softly.

“Just clean the mess up…” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

You move almost on instinct.

Cleaning the mess your boss left behind. 

You pick up the briefcase, inspecting it, before sending it out to have the clasp fixed. 

You call the janitor, letting them wipe the marble floor down. 

You give them a smile thanking them, before spraying the air freshener Jacaerys normally does. 

You close his office door. 

You sit at your desk, counting each breath, your eyes sting. 

Your hands hastily swap as you smear each tear across your cheek. 

You slam your hands down onto the table.

They twitch and tremble, you can picture yourself clear your desk.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

The moment they flutter open, you’re already taking the elevator down.

(Y/n) (L/n): Mr. Velaryon, I’m taking a long lunch. The rest of your day is clear so don’t worry about any notes. You also don’t need to worry about the mess in your office. It’s been taken care of.

You send the message off, putting your phone on do not disturb. 

You sigh softly, blowing the steam from your cup of coffee. 

You take a sip, taking a deep breath. 

Your eyes flutter shut, as you feel the warmth bloom across your body. 

You pull your phone out, opening your DMs with Sea-Dragon.

You type up a few different messages, before deleting each of them. 

“I can’t— shouldn’t bother him…” You think as you lock your phone. 

You hear footsteps approaching, but you don’t look up. 

“Hi (Y/n).” His voice comes out meek, small. 

“Mr. Velaryon?” You say unsettled looking up to him. 

He gives you a sheepish smile. 

“Can I—uh…can I sit here?” He asks, motioning to the chair across from you. 

“I don’t—uhm I don’t know if that’s appropriate.” You answer, bristling slightly. 

“That’s fair…” Jacaerys whispers. “I’m…I’m sorry.” His voice is more unsure, but sincere. 

Your eyes widen, the cup in your hand nearly spills over. 

“I—uh what?” You place the cup down, grabbing a few tissues and cleaning up the mess. 

“I’m sorry.” Jacaerys takes a breath. “For what I said to you. For what I did.” His hand wraps around the top of the seat. 

“It was cruel. I’m having a day…dealing with a lot…and—uh that’s no excuse.” He whispers. 

You look him up and down, lips curling into a small smile. 

“There it is again.” Jacaerys thinks to himself. 

“Lemon-tart and shortbread…not sweet…not yet….but it’s not sour anymore…” He longingly tells himself. 

You look him up and down, but something inside you accepts his apology.

“Why don’t you take a seat, Mr. Velaryon?” Your voice comes out low. “You seem a little uncomfortable.” 

Jacaerys’ smile brightens, he pulls the seat out. 

“Hi sir, can I get you anything?” A waiter quickly comes over. 

“Hi, I hope you’re well. Uhm…just an Earl Grey tea and,” Jacaerys looks down to your plate, “what he’s having please.” 

“Sure thing.” He says with a smile. 

“Oh! Here.” Jacaerys hands off his card. 

“Oh no, here.” You grab your wallet, digging out your card. 

“Please I insist.” Jacaerys’ hand pushes your card back. 

“Let me treat you to lunch as part of my apology.” He says softly. 

Your lips curl upwards ever so slightly.

They drop as you force it away. 

“Okay.” You say putting your card away. 

Jacaerys’ smile never leaves his lips. 

It does falter, straining almost, when he remembers how callous he was earlier. 

You both eat in silence. 

You don’t move to make it comfortable for Jacaerys, and he can’t find the courage to ask you the million dollar question on his tongue. 

When you both finish, and the check is paid, you stand first. 

“I’ll see you back at work, Mr. Velaryon.” You say already heading towards the door. 

“Wait—(Y/n)—“ Jacaerys catches up, getting the door for you. 

“Call me Jacaerys.” It sounds like he’s pleading. “Or Jace.” His eyes beg for familiarity. 

“Mr.—“ You take a deep breath, “Jacaerys, what’s going on?”

“Why don’t we—uhm take a walk?” He suggests. 

“You’re taking a late lunch, right?” He probes. 

“I am…but maybe we should get back to work.” You look away. “Your company might suffer without you at the head.” 

“I’m the CEO.” His voice is meek and empty, almost burning as his titles lands. 

“I can make time. I know the people hired are capable.” He assures you. 

“Fine.” You say. “A walk then.” You start heading down the street. 

In an instant Jacaerys is on your left side, slotting himself between you and the road. 

You both walk until you find yourselves in the park. 

A track barely visited. Rarely walked. Privacy like he wanted. 

You both walk silently. 

Jacaerys hovers like a sentinel.

Drawing closer, before putting a few inches of space between you both. 

“So…what’s going on in your life?” You try to break through the frigid ice. 

“Hmm?” Jacaerys says absentmindedly. 

“How could I not notice?” He recriminates himself. 

The leather mask. 

The soft skin.

The lush hair.

The eyes.

They’re all so intimately you. 

How did he not put the dots together sooner? 

“You said you were having a day.” You remind. 

“Ah…” Jacaerys takes a breath. 

“Yeah….I suppose I am…in a sense.” He grimaces. 

“….okay….?” You make a face. 

“At the risk of sounding…gross…and…a litany of other things…” Jacaerys’ fingers go to the bridge of his nose. 

“(Y/n)…I’m not judging…”

Your eyes widen and your heart stops.

Sweat beads at your brow. 

“But I know.” 

The words echo like a gunshot.

Aimed directly at your core. 

You feel yourself shattering and bleeding out. 

“Know what?” You try to deflect, walking faster. 

“RedLightOmega.” 

You stop dead in your tracks. 

Your chest rising and falling with heavier, strained breaths. 

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You struggle to get out. 

“I know because…I’m—“ Jacaerys bites his tongue. 

His business acumen is unrivaled. 

His sense of direction, unique. 

Yet he’s learned to not gamble with love. 

With people. 

“I’m Sea-Dragon.” He admits. 

You turn around looking him up and down. 

It’s so clear now in the light of day. 

His voice isn’t as rough, isn’t as desperate. 

His face—or at least the parts you saw—match perfectly. 

“I didn’t know it was you until today.” He says softly. 

Your throat closes.

Each breath feels shorter than the last.

“You’re my biggest donator.” Your voice is nearly drowned out by the birds singing and gentle breeze. 

“I am…” Jacaerys takes a step closer. 

“Why—? How—?” You desperately ask. 

“I was just…searching Twitter one day…when your account popped up.” He recounts. 

“I don’t know what it was…maybe the sound of your voice…everything about you…I was addicted.” He huffs a laugh. 

Your eyes widen.

Your lips tremble.

“We had sex Jacaerys.” Your voice shakes.

“I know. I promise I didn’t know it was you, until today.” He pleads for you believe him. 

“When we bathed together after…I smelled you.” He says fondly. 

“Lemon and short bread dough.” He says warmly. 

“And today I smelled you again. Once when I left my office. And again in the cafe.” He reveals. 

Your hand goes up to your scent glands.

“I forgot my scent patches…” You murmur. 

Jacaerys steps closer, his hand wavers as he reaches for your cheek. 

He smiles softly as he makes contact with your skin. 

He nearly shudders feeling that same warmth bleed into his palm again. 

“So what?” Your voice comes out bitter. 

“Are you gonna use this against me? Tell me I owe you because of how much money you’ve sent? You gonna fire me ‘cause you didn’t hire a whore?” 

You start to spiral, smacking his hand away.

“You gonna tell me how disgusting I am for the content I make? How disgusting I am for how badly I wanted you?” 

Your eyes water. 

“You gonna expose—“

“No. None of that. Nothing like that.” 

You freeze, tensing as Jacaerys’ thumb brushes along your lash line, wiping your tears before they fall. 

“I want to take you to dinner.” He’s baring his heart again. 

“I want to court you.” He thought he learned from his ex. 

“I don’t want this to stay how it is. I want more.” He clearly hasn’t. Not if he’s being this open and vulnerable. 

“Yes I sent a lot of money. But it isn’t about that for me. Never has been.” Jacaerys’ free hand goes to yours. 

His thumb swiping in gentle arcs across the back of your hand. 

“And I feel like that’s the case for you too.” Jacaerys whispers. 

You swallow harshly. 

“Yeah.” You whisper, taking a step closer to Jacaerys. 

“I didn’t care about the money. It was nice, sure, but I liked that you wanted to see me.” You murmur. 

Jacaerys takes a shuddering breath. 

“You know…I’ve been dying for something real. Something like this…between us.” He admits. 

“My ex—god I know how that sounds—made me feel like I couldn’t provide. Like I wasn’t enough. Like I never could be.” He reveals. 

“I was broke still just starting out with my company and she couldn’t—or wouldn’t stick it out.” He shakily exhales. 

“But…I never got that feeling from you.” His watery brown hues meet yours. 

You take a breath looking down. 

“I made my OnlyFans after my last breakup…” you start. 

“I had just ended my heat…my then alpha told me he ‘couldn’t handle how much I wanted him’.” Your voice cracks. 

“Said it disgusted him.” You sniffle. 

“But you?” Your eyes meet his. 

“You goaded me on. Wanted me to take more. Wanted me to want you harder.” You whisper. 

“God…” you laugh brokenly. 

“We’re fucked up, huh?” You giggle. 

Everything quiets down. 

Even the birds stop chirping. 

All you can hear is the soft crunch of gravel under Jacaerys’ heel.

Before you can say anything else, Jacaerys’ other hand cups your face.

He tilts your head, as he molds his lips against yours, deepening the kiss until he’s all you feel, all you taste. 

You sob into his mouth, arms lacing around his neck, losing yourself in the softness of his lips, in him. 

It’s been months since your last stream.

Jacaerys had to help you dust off your equipment. 

While you got everything ready, he proudly polishes your mask. 

He zips it closed, making sure it’s snug against your skin. 

As you turn around he kisses your forehead, before shutting the door behind him. 

You sit down in your leather chair.

You’re absolutely positive it’s been wiped down 9 ways to Sunday, yet it still feels uncomfortably sticky. 

The red light of your camera blinks, but your mouse hovers over the start stream button. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, holding your breath as you double click. 

In an instant you hear the chat stream blink to life. 

Countless messages fly by. 

All expressing their joy at your return.

All asking why they can’t donate. 

“Hi everyone.” You say warmly. 

“I am beyond grateful you guys want to donate to me, but there’s a reason you can’t.” You start. 

“When I started this account I was at a…low place in life.” You sigh. 

“I don’t regret it. In fact I can live my life the way I want because of all of you.” You make a heart with your fingers. 

“That being said…this,” you motion to yourself and the cameras, “isn’t me anymore.” You admit. 

“This,” your hand goes to mask, “has served its purpose.” You smile. 

“I am more myself now than I was when I first started streaming.” You look away, to the closed door. 

You can picture Jacaerys sitting on your couch. 

“There’s no easy way to say this…but I am retiring.” You say firmly. 

“Anyone who’s been charged the last few months I haven’t filmed or streamed will be refunded.”

“And at the end of this month my account and videos will be privated. My Twitter will stay up, ‘cause I’m sure the trailers I’ve shared have already been spread far and wide.” You giggle, going through the logistics of it. 

“That’s about it.” You say softly. 

“Thank you to everyone here for supporting me. Thank you for being the outlet I needed. Thank you to everyone who’s ever donated to me. And a big thank you to Sea-Dragon.” You blow a kiss to everyone. 

“Thank you guys again. Take care of yourselves.” You wave as you end the stream. 

You lean back in your seat, looking up at the ceiling as the last red blinking light dies out. 

You unzip the mask, setting it down on your desk, before walking out to the living room. 

You sit on Jacaerys’ lap, lacing your arms around his neck. 

“Are you sure that’s what you wanted to do?” He asks kissing your temple. 

“You didn’t have to stop because of me.” He whispers. 

“I know.” You angle your head to kiss him back. 

“I wanted to stop. I did it for me.” You laugh against his lips. 

“As long as it’s what you wanted.” He smirks. 

“It is.” You assure him. 

“Good, because you owe me a whole lot of kisses.” Jacaerys’ lays down on the couch, caging your body between your arms as he scents and presses wet kisses to your face and lips. 

“Is my baby jealous?” You chuckle, kissing him back, deepening the kiss where you can. 

“Like you wouldn’t fuckin’ believe.” He laughs against your lips. 

[brotherismine]

O b s e s s e d ♡

[serotoninandespresso]

Under That Blinking Red Light (1/2)

A/N: (Y/n)’s been hurt one too many times. Too many alphas ran away from how bad he wanted them. If desire was disgusting, then he’d at least get paid for it. He’s even got a number one subscribe now, Sea-Dragon keeps spending like his money grows on trees, and who knows? It actually might. ~6.6k words.

Warnings: Power play, voyeurism ((Y/n) is an OnlyFans streamer), Edging, Masks, Size kink, Handcuffs. I think that's all! Sorry if I missed anything.

P.S: Happy Kink-tober! I had to split this into two posts because of tumblr's fuckass block limit whatever the fuck that is.

Credits: banners/dividers are made by @/cafekitsune

You adjusted the lighting until your body was shining, practically glowing under the mood lighting. 

You zipped up the back of your mask until it sat snug against your face. 

“None of them can call you disgusting, if they can’t see your face.” You tell yourself.

You even pull on it once or twice, making sure it doesn’t come off. 

“Hiiii~” You sultrily drawl, licking your lips. “Not too sure what you guys would like or if this is something you guys would even like to see.” 

You slowly turn the chair, a large knotted dildo, shines in the seat, already slicked up. 

“Figure I’d give you all a show.” You wink at the red blinking light. 

You gently straddle the sex toy, moaning sweetly at the length sitting between your cheeks. 

Half real, half performance. It doesn’t have that same warmth or heaviness the real thing does. 

“Ah~” You gasp as the thick silicone head breaches your rim.

“Ngh!” You push down faster, moaning louder as the plastic knot smacks against your rim. 

You smile to yourself hearing all the buzzing sounds come in. 

In the corner of the bed in front of you, just out of sight of any camera, you can see your wallet getting fuller.

Larger and larger donations rolling in, as you drag your hips back and forth. 

“Ng-ah! Close—“ 

You turn around, cock springing up and down as you ride the toy quicker.

The knot smacks your ass faster.

“Fuck—“ 

The knot slips past the muscle ring of resistance, seating itself deep and snug against your prostate. 

A broken moan, a content whimper, break free as your cock bobs, seed spilling across the floor and camera lens.

“That’s all I got in me for today.” You jolt from your body trying to milk the plastic knot inside you. 

“Tune in same time next week.” You kiss the camera before cutting the stream. 

Your phone dings, as you walk over to it.  

Your eyes widen, your breathing caught in your throat. 

Sea-Dragon has donated $10,000.00

Loved seeing you break yourself open on that big toy. I’m sure your greedy hole can take more.

You laugh, before locking your phone. You exhale, wincing as you pull out the knot dildo, before going to shower. 

You sit in your bathrobe, that earlier free feeling that euphoria, gone. 

Only the ache remains. 

You grimace, hand clutching tight, fingers digging into the seams of your blanket.

Your body shakes as you exhale, fingers slowly relaxing. You go to your OnlyFans account, focusing on the number of subscribers that doesn’t stop growing. 

You snort at the ridiculous amount of horny DMs you have. 

None of them have the couth needed to hold your attention for longer than it takes to send a generic ‘thank you for your support’ response.  

You get into bed, avoiding that untouchable left side that still feels like his, even months later.

As your eyes flutter shut you find yourself going back to Sea-Dragon. 

An ache between your thighs, a heat traveling up your chest to your face. 

“Why does that username seem so familiar….” You yawn, as sleep takes you.

You wake up the next day, avoiding even looking in the direction of your recording room.

You grab your company-issued iPad, setting things in motion for a smooth start. 

“Mr. Velaryon usually has Earl Grey tea Monday mornings…I should double check.” You murmur.

You fire off a quick text before hopping in the shower. You scrub the night away, every camera angle, every second. 

Mista’ V: A Macchiato. Rough weekend.

“Thank god I asked.” You snort, sending his order off. 

You take a nude selfie, cropping your head out.

RedLightOmega: Remember, my page is 30% off for the next 50 subscribers. 

You hit post, sending it off to the countless faceless accounts that follow your promoting account. 

You smirk seeing the likes and retweets balloon, throwing your towel to the wayside—finally getting ready.

You dress up, making sure to put on scent patches. Your fingers gingerly smooth them over. 

You grab your iPad, your notes for the day, and head out for the day.

The office buzzes already.

Printers going off, fax machines singing, office managers barking orders.

It all fades to the background as you take the elevator to the top floor. 

You watch as people get on and off, each keeping respectable distance.

None breathing too hard in your direction, nor making eye contact, knowing your proximity to the top dog.

You sit down, your boss’ coffee order in your hand, setting down your things and preparing for his day.

You look up hearing the private elevator ding. 

You waste no time, standing by the doors as they slide open.

“Good morning Mr. Velaryon.” You avoid eye contact, handing his macchiato to him. 

“You have a board members’ meeting at 10am, a client lunch at 1pm, an initiative meetup at 2pm.” You quickly list off.

“Mmm.” Jacaerys grunts taking a sip of his coffee. 

“Good. Keeping me on time.” Jacaerys sighs letting the warmth of his drink fill him.

“Making sure those of us who actually run the company don’t lose our edge.” He adds.

He means it as a compliment, though his tone betrays that intention.

Your smile tightens, your knuckles turn white around the iPad in hand. 

You don’t respond, but he doesn’t notice the silence as he goes into his office.

You take a seat at your desk, slowly edging your phone out of your pocket. 

You reread Sea-Dragon’s donation message, reminding yourself you’re worth more than you feel. 

Like a daily affirmation. Someone wants you enough to send $10K, someone sees you as worthy and desirable even if others don’t. 

You take a breath, straightening your tie, before logging on to the computer and going through your emails to adjust Jacaerys’ day and your by extension as needed.

“I sent that donation a little late.” Jacaerys grits his teeth. 

“I didn’t get to see his reaction.” He sighs heavily, taking a seat at his desk. 

He absentmindedly types away on his keyboard. 

Taking sips of his drink in between each stroke. 

It was a spur of the moment thing.

Some random omega woman’s freak Twitter he found.

Some nighttime entertainment. 

Just a little release.

Jacaerys keeps telling himself.

He was beyond happy, harder than he had ever been, when he came across that Twitter. 

Jacaerys bites his fist, muffling a groan as he remembers RedLightOmega’s post from the morning. 

He’s even harder now, knowing it wasn’t an omega woman, but an omega man. 

“God…would I even be able to get out of bed in the morning?” Jacaerys murmurs. 

He’d wager he wouldn’t. 

He’d be knot deep inside the omega from that account.

24/7.

365.

Jacaerys would keep him well fed, well cared for, he wouldn’t want for anything. 

He’d keep that omega swollen year round, pumping out baby after baby. 

He wonders what RedLightOmega looks like under the mask. 

“He already sounds delicious.” Jacaerys mutters. 

“My name would sound even sweeter falling from his lips.”

Jacaerys pictures it, before groaning in annoyance. 

Jacaerys looks down, seeing himself bulge out through his slacks. 

He stands up, locking his office doors, before sitting back down. 

He pulls a few tissues from his desk drawer, he puts his AirPods in, before loading up RedLightOmega’s last stream. 

Jacaerys draws a sharp breath unzipping himself, letting his heavy, thick cock out.

“Fuckin’ take it.” Jacaerys grunts, gripping himself tight, tissues already wrapped his sensitive head. 

He’d always been well endowed. Much larger than anything he’d seen in porn. 

Even for an alpha, the extra-large knot condoms sit far too snug around his base, just barely containing his girth.

And that’s just before he cums. He can’t be sure but he assumes the condom would rip. 

Unable to hold his enormity, and his virile alpha seed. 

Jacaerys bites the back of his hand, slowly working his length as he watches RedLightOmega split himself open. 

“Fuck—“ Jacaerys gasps. “Just an inch or two more, and you’d take all of me.” He groans, watching RedLightOmega grind down against the knot that only had three-quarters of Jacaerys’ girth. 

Too many partners balked at his size.

Too many left before they could learn he was a gentle lover. 

The ones that didn’t never looked at him like a person.

Only like a toy because of what swings between his legs. 

Jacaerys’ fist matches the omega’s pace. His hips jerking upwards as the omega rides the piece of plastic harder and harder.

“Nngh~” Jacaerys groans, the bundle of tissue paper wet and heavy with his spend, as he watches the omega orgasm from fucking himself on a plastic knot.

Jacaerys leans back lazily stroking himself through his aftershocks.

“I should double it next time.” He thinks. 

He throws his mess into the trash can, spraying it with air freshener to hide his pheromones, his shame, his act from others. 

“I have to show I can provide. I have to prove I can be a good alpha.” Jacaerys bitterly remarks, shaking his head and officially starting his day. 

You start a lunch order, sending Jacaerys a text instead of intruding into his office. 

It’s not like you’d have been able to get in anyways, you heard the lock click. 

Mista’ V: Sushi and sashimi from Nobu.

You sigh, before sending out the order. 

“Never a fuckin’ please.” You mutter locking your phone. 

You shake your head, typing up a report for Jacaerys.

Any notes he needs for the upcoming meetings.

Any names he can’t be bothered to remember.

The why and how these companies are relevant to Velaryon Industries continued growth and relevance. 

You stopped typing, hand reaching for the Manila folder you prepared earlier. 

The lock clicks in the office door as Jacaerys walks through. 

“Always on top of things. Maybe a raise is in order.” His indifference bleeds through, taking the folder before stepping into the elevator. 

You give him a tight smile.

It drops the moment the elevator doors shut. 

“Dick head.” You growl, flipping him off as the elevator whirs and descends. 

You lean back in your seat, eyes fluttering shut as you stare up at the high-rise ceiling. 

“I need a vacation.” You groan, rubbing your eyes. 

Your phone buzzes in your hand. 

Your eyes widen as you angle the screen to your view.

Sea-Dragon paid you a tip of $5,000.00

Buy yourself something nice, and something a little bigger for your next stream ♡

“Buy something a little bigger?” You laugh, opening the DM.

RedLightOmega: Everyone loves a big dick huh? 

RedLightOmega: How much bigger we talking, babe?

You smirk sending off the message, heat rising to your face, ignoring the way your pants tighten. 

Sea-Dragon: Only a few inches bigger darling

Sea-Dragon: A bigger knot too

His response comes in just as quick. 

You gasp, completely scandalized.

RedLightOmega: You wanna see this tiny hole gape?

Sea-Dragon: Not gape, love. Just wanna see someone take something close to my size

Your mouth drops open, heat rising to your face. 

That message felt different. 

It wasn’t carnal desire. It wasn’t lust like you were used to from your thirsty fans.

If you didn’t know better, you would say it was longing.

But you do. 

So you don’t. 

RedLightOmega: That can be arranged. Keep paying my bills like this, and I might even dedicate a video or stream just for you ♡

You shake your head, closing the app before he can respond. 

“I’m going nuts.” You whisper, turning your attention back to your day job.

And yet, you were already mentally walking the aisle of that sex shop by your apartment. 

Jacaerys rides the elevator up. 

He’s leaning back against the wall, hands in his pockets, blazer unbuttoned. 

A lazy smug smile stretched across his face. 

Knowing eyes that project his power, his confidence, but only eye the crumbles in his own demeanor. 

His favorite content creator would be taking something larger, something like him.

All because he wanted.

Because he asked.

Or rather paid for it.

The storm inside was two-fold. 

Keep paying my bills like this

That man’s message keeps replaying in his mind.

Jacaerys started this benefactor relationship like this. 

Or rather RedLightOmega did. 

Money in exchange for gifts and services. 

A language Jacaerys knew well.

One that became like second nature.

One he had to become fluent in, when he couldn’t find someone else that spoke or dealt with sincerity. 

It doesn’t burn less.

It doesn’t hurt less. 

Deep below the surface, where he can’t consciously acknowledge it…he wants to be known, wants to be held like he’s more than his status. 

But all he offers—like reflex—is his bank balance. 

He’s built an empire.

He’s made countless men, himself included, rich beyond their dreams. 

But that loyalty is fleeting. 

That devotion sits on a foundation of quicksand.

It’s safer. 

He doesn’t have to guess intention. 

He doesn’t have to assume desire. 

He knows the intention, he knows the how and why the desire is present. 

But he’s a man starved. 

A man dehydrated. 

Surrounded by banquets and wells, should he ever open his eyes. 

Should he ever let himself crack open again.   

The moment the elevator dings, but before the doors open, his eyes harden, his lips still curled into a lazy smile. 

He grabs his lunch order off your desk as he heads into his office. 

The moment the workday ends you don’t bother saying any goodbyes.

You log out of everything, making sure to lock your computer down and put away your iPad.

You sling your bag over your shoulder before getting into the elevator.

You hit the first floor button, making a show of being unable to stop the elevator as Jacaerys’ office door starts to open. 

You laugh hearing a soft ‘fuck’ and fist thudding once against the solid metal doors. 

Your finger stays stuck to the door close button, watching with a smirk as the elevator goes down each floor without stopping. 

The moment you’re on the ground floor you wave goodbye to the doorman, before taking a few different alleyways to the sex shop. 

Before you head inside you put on a surgical mask and baseball cap.

“Hi sir.” The worker chirps. “Need help finding something?” She asks. 

“Hi, no just looking.” You say trying to be as kind as possible. 

She nods before heading back to the register. 

You head over to the dildo section, looking at everything. 

“The one I used was….9 inches?” You murmur, grabbing one that’s 11. 

You draw a sharp breath, looking it over making sure the knot is bigger than the 9 inch one as well. 

You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You sigh, before heading to the register. “Just this please.” 

She scans it, eyes widening before forcing her expression neutral. 

“Anything else, sir?” She sheepishly asks. 

“What, like lube?” You joke.

She doesn’t laugh, eyes darting downwards. 

“I’ve got plenty at home.” You murmur, handing her your card. 

Neither of you say anything as she hands you your card and receipt. 

Your walk home is quieter, doubt slowly creeping in—

“I can’t handle the way you want me.” 

His voice coils and pierces into your ears.  

“It’s disgusting….overwhelming. Don’t you have any shame?”

You grit your teeth,  eyes burning as you slam your apartment door shut. 

You throw everything onto your counter, walking into your content creation room.

You flick the switch.

The lights bloom, bathing everything in the stage-esq ambiance, camera already set up, mask already sitting on the desk waiting for you. 

Almost calling out to you. 

You pick it up, fingers gently smoothing the leather.

You place it back down gingerly, heading to shower and freshen up for the show tonight. 

The mask is already on.

Zipped up just as tight as the last stream. 

The red light of your camera blinks.

“Ah~” You gasp softly, legs jerking, thighs shaking as your fingers scissor and push in all the way to the knuckle. 

Your other hand pinches and rolls one of your nipples. Tugging and pressing down, making your back arch off the chair. 

“Ngh—you guys en-enjoying this?” You sigh softly. 

The chat stream rolls even faster, as they all try to answer, hoping you’ll call them by username. 

BigAlphaDaddy: Fuck yeah baby. Keep stretching yourself open. 

GreyWolfBeta: Might not have a knot, but I’m definitely bigger than your fingers. 

DomAlphaTop: Shhh, don’t talk…just take it. I’d have my hand over your mouth while I ruin you. 

The ones you do see, don’t do anything for you. 

They’re all basic. 

They desire you, but they’re lacking in wow factor. 

Sea-Dragon: Oh yeah. I’m enjoying myself. 

The moment his name came up, you felt heat rush into your body. 

Suddenly there wasn’t anyone else watching. 

Just you and him. 

“Angh—“ You bite your bottom lip, cock throbbing, precum oozing from your tip. 

GreyWolfBeta: Fuuuck baby don’t cum yet. Hold it for daddy. 

DomAlphaTop: Fuck yeah, you gonna cum sweetheart? I’m so close. 

You open one eye, body convulsing as you try to hold back. 

Sea-Dragon: Don’t cum yet baby. Hold it for me. I wanna see what else you’re gonna do this stream. 

You bite the back of your hand, staving off your orgasm. 

Your body still twitches as pull your fingers out. 

“I’m gonna try something newish.” You manage to get out. 

“Sponsored streams?” You murmur. “Except not for like brands…not yet at least…” 

You pull out the bigger dildo, its size threatening, the chat stream picking up even more speed. 

“This is my first one, so it’s on the house.” You giggle. 

“Once I figure out pricing you’ll see it as an option.” You say absentmindedly. 

You place the dildo onto the chair, making sure it’s suctioned well. 

“Thank you Sea-Dragon. You’ve been so generous. Today’s stream is for you.” You make a finger heart at the camera, before straddling your chair. 

“Ah—“ You gasp as the thick head stretches your rim. 

“Is this how big you are—Ngh!” You whimper sliding down the thick shaft. 

“Fuck!” Your thighs almost close, before you push them open again. 

Your viewers go crazy as your ass smacks against the knot at the base. 

“Fuck—“ You sob, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. 

Your hips roll back and forth, you start with small quick bounces, chasing your orgasm. 

BigAlphaDaddy: Hold it! 

GreyingAlpha: Fuck baby, don’t cum yet…I’ve never seen you this needy. 

OmegaBreaker: You better fucking hold it. You don’t get to cum yet. 

You ignore all of them, riding the toy like your life depended on it.

Each deep push, every vein, every ridge, has you keening. 

Every drag of the thick silicone against your sensitive walls and abused prostate had you throwing your head back.

You felt it deeper inside you than anyone had ever reached before. 

Including him. 

Sea-Dragon: Fuck, go ahead. Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock.

“Ngh!” You gasp loudly, slamming down faster. 

You feel the knot catching your rim, stretching you just a bit, before you pull off. 

You keep bouncing on the knot, until you feel that wave cresting, the thread thinning until you’re forcing its sheer girth past your rim. 

“God!” You cry, cock throbbing as your seed shoots out and paints the ground. 

You keep bucking your hips, riding out your high. 

Whimpering and moaning.

Babbling about how good their cock is, how big they are. 

Picturing some alpha, some random man, Sea-Dragon, coaxing you into taking his cock. 

Knotting you nice and deep. 

Wanting you as badly as you could want someone. 

Sea-Dragon: Fuck, yeah…don’t stop

Sea-Dragon: Keep milking me

Your hips slowly stopped on their own. 

Body shaking as each zap of pleasure tore through you. 

“That’s—“ You groan, “that’s all I’ve got in me for now.” You say deliriously. 

“Thank you guys for watching.” You slowly straighten your posture. 

“And a big thank you, to you Sea-Dragon.” You blow a kiss to the camera, before shutting your stream down. 

“Fuck me….” Jacaerys groans hitting the elevator door.

He sucks his teeth as he watches the numbers decrease without stopping. 

He shoves his sleeve up looking at his watch. 

He sighs even louder before heading  down the stairwell to the garage. 

He unlocks his car throwing his briefcase in the passenger seat. 

“God…today was a shit show…” He mutters loosening his tie. 

His hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles almost white as he takes a breath. 

“You’ve shocked and impressed us at each turn Velaryon.” 

“I would’ve never expected such turn around from someone like you.” 

Each of those ‘compliments’ cut him to his core. 

Each one those, reminding him how others saw him despite every attempt at confidence he tried to project.  

He starts his car, shove the gear into drive, peeling out of the garage with little care. 

His jaw keeps tightening even under the light of his private elevator. 

“Breathe Jace…” He murmurs to himself.

The moment the doors slide open he’s walking with purpose.

Straight to his liquor bar.

He places a giant ice cube in a glass, pouring rum over it. 

He takes a swig, sighing in content, finally feeling the pressure in his chest dissipate. 

He throws his suit jacket onto the ground, kicks off his shoes and slacks, he unbutton his shirt, keeping it on. 

He grabs his laptop, settling down on his couch. 

He takes another sip of his aged rum, opening the spreadsheets he’s continuously poured over.

He smiles at the edits you’ve made, each one refining his work better than the last. 

“This is why I hire good people.” He muses, looking over the collaborative work. 

He sets his glass down, getting ready to work. 

He’s a few keystrokes in when he looks over to his phone. 

His eyes widen, his hand snatches up the device. 

RedLightOmega has started a stream. 

Jacaerys’ lips curl into a wry smile, his laptop forgotten, his underwear getting tighter at the mere reading of the account handle. 

He opens the stream, spreading his legs wide. 

“Hi guys~” Your voice comes through his speakers. 

You stretch showing off your body, bending over, the black lacy underwear stretching thinner—making sure nothing is left to the imagination. 

“I know I’m super early, but I figured why not do an early stream this week.” You sultrily say. 

“Anyone care to guess what I’m doing today?” Your hands travel up and down your thighs, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. 

Jacaerys groans watching those hands map the contour that body. 

He wishes they could be his hands. 

His tongue. 

“That’s right!” You giggle. “Almost the same thing as last time.” 

“With a little surprise, or extra oomph.” Your eyes glint. 

Jacaerys’ slowly pulls his waistband down. 

His cock heavy and thick slaps against his abdomen.

The leaky tip smears his pre. 

Jacaerys breathily laughs, eyebrow raising. 

“Such a little minx…what are you planning?” He asks, holding the phone closer to his face. 

“Can’t just—“ You pull your lacy underwear off, curling your legs. 

“Slide it in, with 0 prep.” You pull the lace like a rubber band slinging it towards the camera. 

“Did he…?” Jacaerys groans, cock throbbing. 

“So why don’t you guys tell me about your day, while I—ahh~” You gasp softly, one finger pumping inside your wet warmth. 

“Fuuuck me…” Jacaerys’ hand loosely grips his cock, pumping up and down. 

“Get myself ready?” You whimper, adding another finger, thighs already shaking. 

“You’re so sensitive dear…I could make you cry with my tongue alone.” Jacaerys whines, hand stuttering as he pumps up. 

He bites his bottom lip, squeezing around his swollen leaky head.

“I bet you guys are loving this huh?” You scissor your fingers wide, hole stretching and gaping, almost winking to the camera. 

“God I’d pay to eat you out RedLightOmega…just a taste…I’d buy you underwear…” Jacaerys moans. 

Jacaerys keeps dragging himself to the edge, before ruining his own orgasm. 

Edging himself like penance.

Edging himself like wanting someone is a crime. 

Stroking himself like being wanted is an impossibility. 

Squeezing the head of his cock like he hasn’t earned the right to cum. 

“Ngh—you guys en-enjoying this?” You sigh softly. 

The chat stream rolls even faster, as they all try to answer, hoping they get called by username. 

Jacaerysquickly types up a response, his thumb gliding across the screen like he’s being timed. 

Sea-Dragon: Oh yeah. I’m enjoying myself. 

He smirked as the message entered the chat. 

Jacaerys sat up straighter.

His head tilted as he took you in. 

He couldn’t be sure. 

He couldn’t let himself be convinced. 

But for a second…

Only a second….

He’s sure he saw a shift in your demeanor.

“I’m not the only person talking in chat.” Jacaerys laughs, leaning back down. 

“Angh—“ You bite your bottom lip, cock throbbing, precum oozing from your tip. 

Jacaerys groans in sympathy, wondering who’s making RedLightOmega cum. 

Wondering whose message is tipping you over. 

Jacaerys scoffs at all the messages telling him to hold it. 

He sucks his teeth, thumb swiping another message and sending it off. 

Sea-Dragon: Don’t cum yet baby. Hold it for me. I wanna see what else you’re gonna do this stream. 

He watches as you open on eye, your body twitching.

Almost like you’re trying to hold back.

He watches you bite the back of your hand, almost like you’re staving off your orgasm. 

Jacaerys coos, your body still twitching as pull your fingers out. 

“I’m gonna try something newish.” You manage to get out. 

“Sponsored streams?” You murmur. “Except not for like brands…not yet at least…” 

“Sponsored streams…?” Jacaerys murmurs, wondering what sex toy company you’re about to plug. 

“Maybe I should donate more money…if he’s taking sponsorships maybe he needs money more than I thought.” Jacaerys says softly. 

His eyes widen, another smile stretching his lips. 

You pull out the bigger dildo, its size threatening. 

“This is my first one, so it’s on the house.” You giggle. 

“Once I figure out pricing you’ll see it as an option.” You say absentmindedly. 

You place the dildo onto the chair, making sure it’s suctioned well. 

“Thank you Sea-Dragon. You’ve been so generous. Today’s stream is for you.” You make a finger heart at the camera, before straddling your chair. 

Jacaerys’ breathing hitches, his grip turning cruel as his orgasm almost crashes into him. 

“Fuck—!” Jacaerys gasps loudly. “He said my name!” He groans. 

“Ah—“ You gasp as the thick head stretches your rim. 

“Is this how big you are—Ngh!” You whimper sliding down the thick shaft. 

“Fuuuuck….yeah baby, it is.” Jacaerys responds like you’re across from him. 

“Fuck!” Your thighs almost close, before you push them open again. 

“Yeah that’s it sweetie, keep’em open for me.” Jacaerys begs like a dog in heat. 

Jacaerys’ alpha goes insane as he imagines the knot smacking against your ass to be his. 

All him, flesh, swollen, full of him, his seed, his kids. 

Instead of that cheap plastic.

“Fuck—“ You sob, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. 

“Shh, don’t cry baby, I’ll make it fit. I promise.” Jacaerys’ hand picks up speed. 

Your hips roll back and forth, you start with small quick bounces, chasing your orgasm. 

“That’s it baby. Fuck take what you need, don’t stop.” Jacaerys coos. 

He watches with a smile, heart swelling, knot half swollen, as you bounce quicker on the toy.

“God!” You cry, cock throbbing as your seed shoots out and paints the ground. 

“Fuck yeah, there we go baby.” Jacaerys’ hips snap upwards against his fist. 

Jacaerys watches you keep bucking your hips, riding out your high. 

The knot pulling taut, almost slipping out, before being forced back in.

Your whimpering and moaning, go straight from Jacaerys’ ears to his cock.

He can picture you babbling about how good his cock is, how big he is. 

Jacaerys picturing himself, coaxing you into taking his cock. 

His hand squeezing around his knot, pretending it was you he was deep inside. 

Breeding you nice and deep. 

Jacaerys keeps chasing his orgasm, his free hand stuttering as he sends off a few messages.  

Sea-Dragon: Fuck, yeah…don’t stop

Sea-Dragon: Keep milking me

“Fuck—!” Jacaerys growls, his seed painting his body, his phone.

His load heavy and viscous, congealing on his chest, on his leather couch.

Jacaerys groaning, almost licking his phone screen as he watched your body shake as each zap of pleasure tore through you. 

“That’s—“ You groan, “that’s all I’ve got in me for now.” You say deliriously. 

“Thank you guys for watching.” You slowly straighten your posture. 

“And a big thank you, to you Sea-Dragon.” You blow a kiss to the camera, before shutting your stream down. 

Jacaerys brings the phone up to his face, eyes softy, nearly glazed over. 

“You’re welcome…you deserve everything.” Jacaerys whispers, kissing the screen through the mess he made. 

His chest heaves, his lips wet with his own seed. 

His phone falls next to him. 

That fleeting sense of being wanted already curdling, already turning into bile.

Jacaerys looks around, the mess he’s made suddenly louder than it was seconds ago. The fact he’s alone in his penthouse suite much harder to stomach than a few moments ago. 

He sighs, before sucking his teeth. 

Getting up on his feet to clean his shame.

The days keep adding up. 

The weeks keep passing.

The months never stop. 

Neither of you realized the dance you were stuck in.

Every time you set up 3 new sponsored stream packages, Sea-Dragon bought and paid for all of them. 

You could never be mad though.

Sometimes it’d be a drawn out long sensual stream. 

Where the focus was on making yourself feel good—great.

Overstimulation, cumming again and again until you were crying to be knotted. 

Every now and then it’d be a stream just talking, maybe you’d bring out the dildo he had you buy, but sometimes he didn’t ask for that. 

And rarer still…

Sometimes the stream was just eating on camera. 

Role play he said. 

As if you were eating in a restaurant with him. 

Asking him ‘personal’ questions. 

As personal as one could get really. 

“So SD, what do you do for a living?” You ask, dipping a piece of sushi in soy sauce. 

Sea-Dragon: I work for a company. Nothing major. Enough to pay the bills. 

You didn’t react, but his response came in late.

Like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to answer. 

“Enough to pay the bills is vague, considering how much you donate.” You say with a laugh. 

“But I understand.” You say softly, voice pained for a split second. 

You remembered this was a transaction. 

Almost let yourself believe this was a date. 

Almost let yourself indulge in the fantasy of it. 

Sea-Dragon: What about you? 

Your lips curl into a smile reading his message. 

“Well…content creator.” You snicker. 

“I do have a day job, though.” You say. “Not that I’m asking for more money!” Your hands wave back and forth. 

“Funnily enough I also work for a company. Nothing major, enough to pay the bills.” You giggle. 

You eat the last piece of sushi, sighing contentedly. 

“Thank you SD.” You blow kiss to the camera. “As always, I have to ask, at least try to let some of the other guys buy a stream.” You smile softly. 

Sea-Dragon: Never 

“It is first come first serve, so good luck everybody.” You snort, ending the livestream. 

As the cameras shut down, as the lights dim, your chest aches. 

It almost felt like he was in the room.

But he’s not.

No one ever is.

Jacaerys loads Netflix on his enormous TV, kicking his feet up, laptop angled at him. 

He’s waiting, movie ready and chosen, all he needs to do is hit play.   

He looks back to the laptop screen. 

RedLightOmega streams in 10 minutes.

Jacaerys sighs softly, ignoring the gnawing ache in his chest. 

It’ll be overwhelming later, but for now he knows he’ll have your undivided attention for the next few hours. 

The food he ordered arrives. 

As he places it down on his coffee table, he gets a DM from his favorite content creator. 

RedLightOmega: Thank you again for the Indian food 😘

RedLightOmega: I’ve never seen this movie before so no spoilers!

Jacaerys smiles, before his lips quiver, his joy almost cracking. 

He forces the corners of his lips higher.

Sea-Dragon: Of course. It’s my favorite movie, so I’ve seen it countless times, I can’t wait to see your reaction.

As soon as the text is sent he brings his phone to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the screen.

“Gooood evening lover boys.” Your voice comes through his speakers.

His head jerks up, he rushes over with his food, plopping down on the couch. 

“Nothing spicy today, just watching a movie, so if you paid for entrance and don’t want to stick around, leave now and put in a refund request.” You say kindly. 

“5 minute grace period starts now, if you’re here past that and you don’t want to be you don’t get a refund.” You warn. 

A timer pops up on screen counting down as the view-counter barely drops.

“So we’re watching You’re Next. Thank you to SD, for recommending this movie, I love horror movies, and this is one I haven’t seen yet.” You say mundanely.

Not bored, not wishing to be somewhere else, just nonchalantly. 

Like this is normal. 

The comments don’t roll in like they usually do. 

Not for this stream, or the last few sponsored streams Jacaerys had purchased. 

The moment he realized he could ask for chat to be disabled for everyone but himself, he did so. 

Made it feel even more like he was across from you. 

More like he was on a date. 

Less like he paid for your time. 

As soon as the 5 minutes were up, the movie started. 

Jacaerys couldn’t keep his eyes on the movie.

Not that he needed to, he’d seen it hundreds of time. 

No, his focus was on the performer. 

On the curve of his lips.

The Cupid’s bow. 

The way his eyes crinkled. 

The way he looked into the camera as if to make sure Jacaerys was enjoying himself.

The way he gasped. 

The way he didn’t react to the scares.

The way he laughed when the villains died. 

Everything about you, had him enthralled. 

Wanting in ways his wallet couldn’t deliver. 

“SD as usual, excellent taste, that was a good movie.” You giggle, hand over your mouth as you yawn.

“I think that’s all for today’s stream. Thank you guys for tuning in, and a big thank you to Sea-Dragon.” You kiss the camera before ending the stream. 

Jacaerys’ lips touch his screen the moment yours touch the camera. 

The moment the screen goes black he remembers he’s a viewer. 

A patron. 

A benefactor. 

He growls, tears stinging his eyes, as he chucks his phone across the room. 

He buries his face in a pillow, yelling, before he turns onto his side.

He shuts his eyes, taking deep ragged breaths as he falls asleep. 

You were restless.

The hum of the office lights felt like mosquitos, flies under your skin. 

You didn’t need more money. 

Yet regular streams didn’t scratch that itch anymore. 

Regular streams, the flood of thirsty messages…

None of them hit as hard as they use to. 

You were aware that dopamine rush was fleeting, but you didn’t expect such a hard crash. 

The streams with Sea-Dragon were your favorite. 

Your bread and butter. 

The reason you kept looking forward to putting that mask on.

Even when it stopped feeling like a second skin, and closer to iron bars. 

The distance was becoming too much. 

The mere text exchanges, the DMs, the tips, were lacking in the warmth you desire but refuse to name. 

“(Y/n).” 

You jump, nearly dropping your iPad. 

“Yes, Mr. Velaryon?” You sheepishly ask. 

“These notes were very helpful, thank you.” He says, handing them back. 

“I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge your contributions to keeping my company running.” He adds. 

“It’ll be reflected in your bonus. Keep the good work up, (Y/n).” He smiles as he heads into his office. 

“Uh— thank you, sir.” You quickly blurt. 

He smiles wider as he shuts the door behind himself. 

Your eyes linger on the door. 

Something like warmth curling in your chest at the kind words. 

Your hand reaches out, as if you could touch him, call him back. 

You laugh bitterly, letting your hand fall to the desk. 

“He’s a CEO….I’m just his assistant. He’d never look my way.” You murmur, looking down to your phone. 

“Would it be pathetic if I…?” You ask, voice barely audible. 

Your eyes rest on Sea-Dragon’s private message thread. 

“He’s got his own life…I’m just a…reprieve…from the mundanity.” 

You sigh softly. “They love sex-workers until they forget their place…” Your lips tremble.

Your eyes widen, your lips curling into a smile.

Your fingers tap against your phone screen in quicker and quicker succession. 

Your finger hovers just above the post button. 

“I shouldn’t…this is…this is crossing a line…” You agonize. 

Your throat felt dry, tight. 

Aching, burning, like your core.

You growl, squeezing your eyes shut as you hit post. 

“He’s kinda cute…” Jacaerys muses. 

His eyes widen he shakes his head as he sits down. 

“He’s my assistant…It wouldn’t work.” He sighs. 

“But those lips…I feel like I’ve seen them somewhere…” He murmurs, logging into his computer and starting his review. 

Jacaerys’ fingers glide across the keyboard, fully immersed in his task, until his phone vibrates. 

When he reaches a stop, he pulls his phone out. Eyes widening as he takes in each word. 

RedLightOmega: To show how appreciative I am to everyone who’s ever supported me, I am doing a raffle!

RedLightOmega: Each entry is 1$, and there’s no limit on how many you can buy. 

RedLightOmega: In two weeks time, the draw will happen. One lucky winner will be chosen to do a live stream with me!

RedLightOmega: If chosen you’ll need to buy a mask. We’ll meet at a hotel, and you’ll need to hand over trust. Your arms and legs will be bound, and I’ll take complete care of you.

RedLightOmega: Good luck everyone! 😘

Jacaerys doesn’t hesitate. He immediately buys 10K entries.

He doesn’t even focus on his work throughout the weeks that follow.

Every single day, every single time doubt seeps into his mind about his chances of winning, he buys another 10K entries. 

The moment the draw day comes, he prays.

The night before he begged every higher power he could think of. 

“Please…I’ve asked for many things…but I have not wanted anything as much as I have wanted this.” Jacaerys’ hands clasped together tighter. 

His mind replayed his clandestine prayer endlessly, until finally when the drawing was upon him he held his breath. 

“Please god…please…I would ask for nothing else in life…” Jacaerys begs.  

“Oooo I can’t wait to see this!” You giggle, starting the program to select a winner. 

“Now remember you guys, be nice to whoever wins.” You warn.

The counter keeps dropping until it finally rings. 

“And the winner iissssssss…” You drawl, clicking the reveal tab. 

Jacaerys’ ears ring. His chest tightens. His eyes sting with unshed tears. 

“Sea-Dragon!” Your smile seems brighter than he had seen in days. 

“Thank you Sea-Dragon for your time. I’ll reach out privately with details.” You wink to the camera as the livestream ends. 

Jacaerys laughs, low at first, before ballooning into something crazed. 

Something reverent. 

Still holy and yearning even as it breaks into soft sobs. 

“I won!” He says, hand clamping down over his mouth. 

“I won.” He says again, smile stretching wide. 

[brotherismine]

My male-wife Jace ♡

[brotherismine]

♡Forever, we are young♡

A/N: Part 1 of a longer series that I am currently working on! Once I started writing about Quincy, I couldn't stop. The concept arose from the idea that Quincy would not court an omega using traditional means; he would forage berries and hunt meat as an offering instead. He is such a gentle /little/ giant and I love him for it~ I have included other NU: Carnival ships that I enjoy such as Olivine x Edmond and Yakumo x Blade... There might be mentions of other ships in the next part, so stay tuned! 11.8k words~

Warnings: Brief mentions of abuse (Flagellation), SMUT (MDNI), Brief mentions of religious topics, A/B/O dynamic (Omega!Male!Reader x Alpha!Quincy). This story will have multiple parts and later chapters will include m!preg and the pair will have children.

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Situated along the border between the ‘Dark Territory’ and the ever-expanding realm of the ‘Dead Zone’, a modern settlement was erected. Those seeking to risk their lives in pursuit of knowledge, built a research base, in order to discover the secrets housed by the Dark Territories traitorous lands. Isolated from civilisation, courageous souls sought to expand current understandings and develop an awareness towards the abandoned city, forgotten to time. The Dark Territory was known for its unpredictability; ever-changing landscapes and treacherous weather patterns. Once inside of the Dark Territory, you became trapped an illusion. 

It was a dangerous place to venture alone. 

The citizens of Klein avoided interaction with the Dark territory, content to survive within the Fire, Water, Light and Wood realms. They sought safety from the security that their land was stable. The Dark territory acted as a barrier, separating their villages from the mysterious and terrifying Dead Zone. In recent years, the Dead Zone had began to spread like a plague, reclaiming the land that it had once possessed. No longer confined to the central belt, the Dead Zone seeped into neighbouring territories, forcing citizens to flee their homes and seek shelter in adjacent villages. Innocent creatures mutated, perishing beneath the influence of toxic waves. Flora and Fauna faded to ash, unable to withstand the destructive environment. The Dead Zone could not be controlled nor suppressed without ‘divine’ intervention and thus, the citizens who fought diligently to protect their livelihood, were defeated without empathy nor grace. 

For centuries, the citizens of Klein had arrogantly ignored the threat of the Dead Zone, despite countless warnings against it’s destructive nature and inescapable power. They had selfishly relied on the ability possessed by the ‘Grand Sorcerer’ to control elemental spirits, regulate the Gemstone alters and subdue the Dark Zones terror. They blindly assumed that he would never tire of his duties; never once offering an ounce of understanding, support or appreciation. 

However, without warning, the Grand Sorcerer mysteriously disappeared, leaving nothing but despair and chaos in his wake. Without the Grand Sorcerer’s guidance, the harmony he had once created amongst the elements, began to dissolve. The Gemstone alters could not survive on their own and cracks began to rise towards the surface. Dangerous creatures spread between realms and viciously attacked anyone who stepped onto their unforgiving path. 

The flaws within Klein’s hierarchy began to unveil themselves…

Following twenty-one years of absence, an assumed successor to the Grand Sorcerer had emerged from the shadows. Risen from the ashes, a prodigy blossomed in order to replicate Huey’s actions and return peace to the landscape of Klein. Met with skepticism, the new Grand Sorcerer sought to ease fears and assist in the exact ways his predecessor had before. Pretentiously hopeful, he greeted each challenge with a smile, never wavering in the face of danger. The new Grand Sorcerer recreated Huey’s former clan, gathering each member together in order to strengthen their bond and influence. Although their actions proved successful within the Light Territory’s realm, the inhabitants of the settlement were skeptical of the new Grand Sorcerers arrogant claim.

The sky that decorated the Dark Territory never changed; maintaining a deep purple hue, it was impossible to determine the passage of time. It is was common for its inhabitants to maintain prolonged working hours, unaware of wether the clock struck sunrise or sunset. 

In the beginning of the settlement, countless lives were needlessly claimed by the unforgiving nature of the land and thus, overtime, methods of safety and security were employed. Those desiring to venture inward, were instructed to tie a rope around their waist, securing a line to the base in order guide their return. It was also advised that minimal time was spent in the foreign region. The priority was to retrieve soil, plant and rock samples. If they were lucky enough to encounter wildlife, their corpse would be brought home in order to provide sustenance to the base. 

Split between those who wished to survive in a land without the need for essence and those in support of the Grand Sorcerer, the townsfolk were often at odds when the discussion arose. 

Amongst the crowd of humans, was a particularly vocal and outspoken, Yokai. Klein housed the optimal environment for animal spirts to adopt essence and to develop their appearance and mannerisms, towards that of a human. Thus, it was common for Yokai to spawn, appearing from the soul of their former carnivorous selves. One such case was yourself, a feline yokai with a pair of funnel-shaped ears, small fangs and a long flexible tail, covered in fur of a colour that complimented the hair atop of your head. Having once lived the life of a domesticated cat, lead astray and adapting to the elements of the forest, the ancient Sacred tree had granted you the ability to breathe human life into your lungs. No longer able to recall your life as a feline spirit, you suddenly found yourself, terrified and alone. Your childish cries rung throughout the forest. Unfamiliar with walking atop two legs, you crawled through rough terrain, eventually reaching the maternal arms of a nun who brought you back towards safety. Raised by humans, you often neglected your feline biology, suppressing your animalistic tendencies and learning to control the appearance of both your ears and your tail. 

Living within the Water Territory, you were raised by a religious group who sought guidance from the God of Klein. You turned towards the advice of Father Olivine whenever you felt perturbation or strife. Father Olivine was akin to a shining star within the night’s sky; a beacon of hope and a messenger, to carry those down the correct path should they feel threatened to be lead astray. Despite being of an elder age to Olivine, you idolised the Priest. Placing him upon an untouchable pedestal, you gazed upon him as though he had hand-crafted the moon and the stars from his own two hands. Whenever you were not assisting your brothers and sisters within the orphanage, you were stood dutifully by Olivine’s side, diligently practicing his praises and reciting scripture. Your smile shone brighter when standing beneath Olivine’s heavenly light. 

You had first met Olivine when the young priest had attended the church’s orphanage, seeking to assist it’s inhabitants should they chose to follow down the path of priesthood. Surrounded by both alpha and beta your entire life, your breath caught in your throat when you inhaled the foreignly sweet scent of another omega. Olivine was an offering from God; a glass of water when you became lost in an endless terrain of sun and sand. You clung to Olivine’s side, listening to his words with bated breath; he was your saviour. Olivine had taught you the basics of your own biology; the act of nesting, scenting and enduring heats. You had learnt things that the nuns held no experience of. He had taught you to feel comfortable and how to remain steadfast despite pressures to slow you down. Olivine fought for omega rights and placed his best foot forward to stand for equality.

Throughout the years you remained in contact with Olivine, even after you had graduated from the care system. You found peace within religion and would continue to believe in the word of God, yet Priesthood was not the path you felt that you were destined to follow. Perhaps in another life, you would carry the message of God to the citizen of Klein. 

Uncertain of which path that you were destined to follow, you had discovered a love for traveling. Venturing between the opposing territories, you had fallen in love with local cultures and realised a desire to educate yourself on a world unknown to you. Confined to the orphanage during your youth, you were childishly ignorant towards reality; you spent nights in local inns, learning the history of Klein and breaking bread with alphas. Living a sheltered life meant that you had never learnt to fear alpha; headstrong, you accepted each challenge with a smile. Olivine had often expressed caution towards your unrestrained lifestyle and yet, you blindly brushed those concerns aside. 

Ultimately, you had stumbled across the research base, located on the outskirts of the Dark Territory. Cautioned against joining due to your status as an omega, you had felt it was a challenge and thus joined the ranks. You were highly skilled in botany due to your elite education provided by the church, enabling you to test the samples that the researchers brought back and offer an in-depth analysis of the plant and soils components. You were the youngest member of the research base, and the only omega to greet the industrialised walls. Despite this, you were treated as an equal. You had bite. 

After the introduction of the new Grand Sorcerer to Klein, you had began to spend less time with Olivine. Despite believing that the priest had lost interest within you, you soon discovered that Olivine was one of the infamous clan member and thus, you sought to spread support towards their cause. Causing arguments with fellow members of the base, you defended the clan with your life. 

The leader of the base, an elderly man known to you as ‘Pa’, typically took responsibility towards your childish outbursts. Pinching the base of your neck in the way that a mother would with her kittens, he restraint you and scolded you for your aggressive behaviour. In retaliation, you flashed your fangs, folded your arms across your chest and extracted your claws. “He was talking badly about Father’s clan! I can’t let anyone, especially someone as decrepit as him, say that Fathers going to cause trouble!” You pouted, thrashing your arms and legs in an attempt to escape Pa’s grip. Akin to a cat, the spot on the base of you neck rendered your body immobile. Your eyes flashed with warning. Despite the innocent threat, you cared deeply for Pa and idolised him in the way that a child would towards their father. Pa’s chest heaved as he laughed in response, rolling his eyes and returning you to the ground. “Just a lil kitten at heart, ey? Listen kid, we are allowed to be skeptical. We lost our brethren to the forest, all ‘thanks’ to the original Grand Sorcerers disappearance… Our homes, lost. Places that once thrived now turned to dust. Who’s to say the new guy wont leave us in an even worse state? I ain't trying to argue with you kiddo, I just want you to understand the point of view of someone who’s seen the forest die faster than you have grown” he spoke, soft and patient as he ran a hand through your hair. His words resonated with your soul, creating an understanding. 

Biting back a quip, you lifted your gaze to meet his own. “It is just… Father Olivine would never let me down so I don’t want to lose faith!” Pa’s gaze softened. Despite having only known you for a year, you had matured rapidly throughout the summer; you were the child he had always wanted but never had. Raised beneath tradition, Pa was expected to earn his keep and act as a provider. Expected to fulfil the duties of an alpha, he dedicated his life to research and never had a moment of rest to settle down and raise a family. He had never fallen in love. You were the first omega who had turned to him for support; asking for his scent during a heat and relying on him for protection when lightening struck… He loved you in the way a Father would love his Son. He would give his life if it meant you would always smile. 

“I know kiddo. Father’s a great guy, huh?” He mused. A comfortable silence fell between you both, Pa’s hand rested securely against your back. “I promise to give the guy a chance… Just be gentler on the other guys, eh? They… They have been through a lost since the Dead Zone started spreadin’.” Your heart swelled, nodding with a deep understanding. Pa trusted you, and that was all you needed, to know that things would be okay. 

A week passed and you received a letter in the mail, a pressed note from Olivine, with a promise that he would visit the settlement and bring the friends that he had made along the way. Unable to contain your excitement, you dashed into Pa’s room, leaping on his bed and disturbing his sleep. With a sharp grunt, he awoke and listened to your ramblings. You expressed a desire to prepare a meal for their arrival and Pa, accepting defeat, reluctantly climbed out of bed. You would not allow him to sleep until your shared home was prepared for the evening ahead. 

You spent the day preparing a feast, decorating your living room with fresh flowers from the Wood Territory, and tidying your nest incase Olivine required a rest. You decorated your bed with freshly washed blankets and cotton pillows. You assumed that the rest of the clan would contain alpha or beta, and Pa would never allow another sub-gender to share your intimate space. You felt comforted by his paternal display of affection. Pa watched as you set-up a chair by the window; filled to the brim with impatience. Whenever your emotions became overwhelming, your ears and tail would sprout. Pa watched as your ears twitched to life and your tail patted happily against the ground. A soft fond smile tugged at his lips. He prayed to the Gods that everything would turn out well for you… 

The moment you caught a glimpse of Peridot from the distance, you leapt to your feet and dashed out of the door. Throwing your arms into the air, you crashed into the plush chest of the unsuspecting priest, rubbing your cheek against his own in order to scent the man of God. “Olivine~ Olivine~ I missed you! I missed you so much!” You cried, climbing into his arms as he settled his own around your lower waist, in order to support you. Startled by your sudden outburst, he stumbled backwards and laughed fondly at your childish glee. “(Y/N)! You startled me! My, My you have grown exponentially since we last met!” He exclaimed, returning your feet to the ground as his emerald eyes shifted across your expression. His hand settled on your ears, gently patting the soft fur. Despite being hundreds of years old due to living beneath the form of a feline spirit for the majority of your life, your human body rivalled the appearance of a young adult; rapidly developing as your mind matured. 

Distracted by Olivine’s gentle smile, you failed to acknowledge the gathering of strangers stood behind him, lingering in the shadows to await an introduction. A sharp cough snapped you from your daze, causing your eyes to shift from Olivine to the unfamiliar faces behind him. Olivine’s cheeks flushed as he apologised to his companions, turning to offer introductions. “I apologise, this is (Y/N). He is one of the children from the orphanage… He is one of my closest friends.” You extended your hand towards the beta who stepped forward, his scent alarmingly delicate with a top circus note of mandarin and pineapple, with a deep cedar musk slipping through the cracks beneath. His enthusiasm radiated off of him in waves as he took your hand and shook it. “Pleased to meet ya! I’m Eiden but I suspect Olivine has told you all about me~” he teased, his voice playful as turned towards Olivine and winked. 

You felt the tension in your shoulders dissipate, unaware of your inner anxieties suddenly eased by Eiden’s presence. This was the new Grand Sorcerer; you could instantly sense that his heart was pure. He would achieve greatness, you were certain of it. His smiled reminded you that you were correct in your assumption to defend him. Following Eiden was a timid serpent Yokai named Yakumo, his bergamot and mandarin scent filled your nostrils, soothed by an undertone of amber and lily. You could recognise that he was an alpha despite his timid, hesitant presentation. His smile was charming; it warmed your heart. Despite yourself, you believed that Yakumo would be a perfect sire to any future children that he may plan to procreate in the future. 

After Yakumo, a polite, honourable and well-mannered omega introduced himself. His name was Edmond, vice-captain of the guards. Before he even spoke, you already knew him. Olivine had mentioned his name multiple times in the letters that he had sent; a tinge of Earl Grey, mixed with an earthy lavender and patchouli. His scent mixed deliciously with green apple and vanilla (the signature scent of Olivine) to create a harmonious perfume that could easily lull you to sleep. A smile danced across your lips as Edmond attempted to prove himself worthy beneath your direct gaze. It was evident that the pair were courting, though neither yourself nor Olivine dared to confess to the obvious, before Edmond was ready to share that intimate detail of their lives. You lifted your arms to welcome Edmond into your warm embrace, your cheek brushing against his own in an attempt to soothe him with your potent scent. “Take care of him, I am counting on you” you whispered. As you pulled back, his cheeks flushed and Olivine greeted you with a knowing smile.  

“Pa and I prepared a delicious meal for you all! I am certain that you must be-” you began, before suddenly finding yourself interrupted by Eiden. The outspoken individual rolled his eyes, folded his arms across his chest and turned to face away from the group. “You’re not going to introduce yourself?” He spoke, interrupting you as you attempted to welcome the clan into your home. Unaware of whom Eiden was referring to, your eyes narrowed when a tree shifted, a bush pushed aside to reveal a large, dominating presence that was impossible to ignore. Standing at beyond six foot, was a man with unkempt blond locks, piercing amber eyes and an unreadable expression. He gazed towards Eiden with a tired glance before shifting his gaze toward your own. His scent brought a new life into your lungs; fresh cotton flowers, rosemary with a hint of musk, coriander and cumin. It was natural. It smelt like a home that you had long forgotten to time. 

Your breath caught in your throat. You had once prided yourself on your ability to withstand an alpha’s potent scent and yet, his mere existence brought a weakness to your knees that you could not explain. Your resolve slipped and your ears suddenly twitched, your tail swaying and thumping against the ground. Quincy hesitated for a brief moment, suddenly taken aback by the floral scent of lavender and thyme, mixed with the citrus undercut of mandarins that linger upon the surface of your skin. He grunted in response to Eiden. He extended a large, calloused hand towards you. “Troublesome…” he paused. “I am Quincy” he spoke with a deep roughness that forced a shiver to run down your spine. Lost in a daze, your extended your hand; your skin felt like porcelain within his rough, large grasp. 

“(Y-Y/N)… My name is (Y/N)” you stuttered. A deep wave of embarrassment washed across your system as you removed your hand from his hold. You turned your head in shame, attempting to will away your ears and tail as they betrayed you. You pressed your hands to your head and cursed beneath your breath. Your ears remained stubborn; your tail curled around your leg. “Take a deep breath” his voice sounded, interrupting your nervous laughter. You heeded his advice, breathing to calm your anxiety and in a moment, your ears faded back into your head. Your omega had responded to his alpha. A smile graced your expression as you turned to him with a bright, joyous laugh. “Thank you, Quincy!” You beamed. 

Quincy felt his heart stop. A single thought passed through his mind: He never wanted to live in a world that did not bask beneath your direct sunlight ever again. 

Pa interrupted your conversation, introducing himself as your Father to the clan members as they approached him. He shook Eiden’s hand, warning him of his responsibilities. Olivine reassured Pa that they would each take responsibility for the future of Klein, and by extension, yourself. He sensed that his true intention was linked to your own personal protection. Pa gazed at Quincy with a pensive expression, reminding vigilant of the imposing alpha lingering within his private home. As you guided the clan into your house, you offered each member a glass of water. As your eyes settled on Quincy, your body froze against its will. Your lips moved to form a sentence, as a small ferret-like creature with snow-white fur, pinkish ears and a glistening nose, appeared from beneath his jacket. His head tilted as he let out a soft, sharp squeak. Quincy, undeterred by the appearance of the creature, nodded his head. “The little guy would like water” he spoke. A smile made its way to your face. “Does the little guy have a name?” You asked, tilting your head to mimic the creatures own mannerisms. “Twilight Star-Show Max Lucifer Topper III!” Eiden cheered, interrupting Quincy. It was unlikely that Quincy would unveil the full extent of the creative name that Eiden had bestowed upon him. The creature, nodded in response. “Topper” Quincy summarised, looking at Eiden out of the corner of his eye. “Topper, aren’t you the absolute cutest? I will bring you, your water first” you mused, with a playful wink. Topper squeaked in response. You could not understand him, though you sensed that Quincy likely could. 

Returning with glasses of water and plates for the group, Pa presented the feast and encouraged each member to indulge. You took a step backwards, to allow the travellers first choice of the delicious meats and fresh vegetables. You had caught the fresh meat using basic traps alongside your own feline instincts. The meal had been prepared by your own two hands and you took pride in watching each member indulge. You laughed amusingly as Topper fought to steal a slice of meat from Eiden’s plate. “… You are not eating?” A voice resonated from behind, startling you out of your daze. Turning to face a broad chest, you lifted your head upwards. “I will wait until everyone has chosen their meats first” you explained, ushering Quincy towards the platter. He took a step forward, silent as he lifted a slice of each meat on to a plate. He also added a generous helping of vegetables. He then turned around and held the plate towards your chest. “… If you do not eat, you will never grow” he stated. His voice blunt, yet lacked distain. Your eyes widened as you accepted the offering. Your inner omega was forced to suppress a purr as an alpha ensured your wellbeing by providing you with meat, regardless of the fact that you had prepared the meal yourself. He then took a separate plate of his own, mimicking the meal he had prepared for you. “Thank you, Quincy…” you mused. His signature grunt was the only response you got in return. It was all you needed, your omega felt content. 

As sunlight faded and the moon filled the dark sky, the clan attempted to excuse themselves, feeling guilty for overstaying their welcome. Eiden expressed his upmost gratitude for the hospitality and promised to return, to assist the researchers in the attempt to regulate Klein without the requirement for essence. Even if it was not possible, Eiden would assist in every single way that he was able to. He understood their distrust within him and would work hard to prove himself worthy. You paused as Olivine wrapped a cloak around Edmond’s shoulders, admiring the display of intimacy with a deep heat inside of your chest. The act was domestic; it reminded you that love could exist in different forms. You had only ever known the maternal love of the nuns or the parental affection of Pa. You had once believed that you had been in love with Olivine, but it was nothing beyond admiration. He did not make your heart flutter, your cheeks flush and your breath dissipate… He did not make your chest rumble with a satisfied purr. 

You stepped forwards and offered Yakumo assistance with his jacket, helping the alpha slip his shoulders into the knitted shawl. “This is such an intricate piece, did you make it?” You asked. His cheeks flushed. “N-No my grandmother made it for me when I was younger. I am naturally cold-blooded so she made this to ensure I was always warm!” He announced, with such pride that it was evident that Yakumo cared deeply for his family. It was a charming quality that you admired. 

Topper leapt from Quincy’s shoulder to your own, rubbing his soft cheeks against the crux of your neck in order to seek out your scent. You lifted a hand to scratch his small head, earning another satisfied squeal from his snout. Quincy remained silent as he observed the interaction. “Next time you visit, I will prepare fresh berries!” You mused, nuzzling into his soft fur. 

“I appreciate you visiting me today, it has been a whilst since Pa and I had visitors from outside the settlement. We have enjoyed your company so please come again!’” You announced. “It would be an honour to become acquainted with the rest of the clan, so they are welcome to join you on your next visit.” The clan consisted of nine members, excluding Eiden and the two familiars who inhabited their mansion. You discovered that the clan housed multiple omegas, sparking your interest in those you had yet to meet. Omegas were rare and you felt eager to meet an omega yokai; desperate to connect with those who shared your linage. 

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Two weeks had passed before you received a letter from Eiden. Enclosed was an invitation to Aster’s mansion; you proudly showcased the note to Pa, parading the paper around the small village streets. Although you were met with distain and eye rolls, you puffed out your chest and proclaimed your dedication. “Just you wait, Mister Eiden is going to save Klein.” You were certain of it. 

The days passed as you continued to analyse samples retrieved from the Dead Zone. A sudden wave of calmness washed across the land; the Dead Zone remained dormant, contained. The Dark Territory appeared to match its pace, remaining quiet as plant life did not show signs of development or mutation. There were often months in which things stagnated. It meant that tension within the village eased and those you had once called rivals now broke bread, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you both indulged in wine. 

The following morning you awoke to the sound of a sharp chime. Assuming that Pa had remained within the research base all evening, only returning now, you stumbled down the stairs to unhinge the latch. Standing in a oversized shirt that slipped off of your shoulder, revealing the bare expanse of skin on your collar bone and legs; your hair tussled after a night of rest. Sleep in your lashes and tears in the corners of your eyes. You pushed open the door and automatically stepped to the side. “Welcome home!” You chimed. Your eyes closed. For a moment, nothing happened. Sensing that something was amiss, you opened your eyes and stumbled back in shock. Instead of Pa, outside your door was Quincy. 

His cheeks dusted with a light shade of red as he averted his gaze from your exposed, tempting form. For a brief moment, Quincy felt himself tense. You had exposed your bare skin to his direct gaze; your unclaimed neck called out to him like a siren song. Your legs… He felt the tips of his fingers burn with a desire to trace his hands across the curvature of your thighs and sedate his thrust between your legs… You had welcomed him home. He wanted to be the only man you ever welcomed into your house. He wanted to be greeted by that same sight after he returned from hunting. One day you would welcome him home with a swollen stomach, laughter of children fluttering the background as he lifted you into his arms and… You were not his omega. You were a stranger who affected him in ways that even the ‘Little Devil’ could not. 

“Please forgive me! I believed that Pa was returning home” you apologised, slipping behind the door in order to create a barrier that concealed your body from the imposing alpha who loomed above you. He grunted, turning his attention back towards you. “…It would be troublesome if another alpha were to witness you in such a state. You should take care… You could get hurt” he spoke, his voice rough with an edge of concern. He removed his jacket from around his shoulders and offered the piece of fabric towards you. “Take it” he spoke, it was not a command but an offering. Reaching for the jacket, you wrapped the excess fabric around your smaller frame, sinking into the heat provided by the cloth. Quincy’s scent had soaked the fabric after years of use; endless days of hard labour had forced the fabric to absorb sweat. You were enveloped by the alpha’s scent. Without conscious thought, you began to purr. You felt content within his passive embrace. You turned to face him with a hum, twirling around to showcase the display. As you met his gaze, your mouth fell agape. He gazed at you as though he was starved. His cheeks flushed with a colour you did not know his skin could create. He looked at you in the way a parishioner would gaze towards the God. 

You coughed, shifting your gaze towards your feet as you stepped backwards to create space. “W-Why don’t you come inside…” you began. Your voice was innocent, with pure intent and yet, it stirred a primal urge deep within his gut. The sinful words that spilled from your lips, taken out of context; he surged forwards, his hand reached to grip the front of his jacket and pull your body towards his own. It was the first time, in his life, that he had felt his restraint snap; his composure slipping. Your body tensed but indicated no fear or desire to escape. “…” he released his grip. His gaze hardened as he looked down upon you. For a moment, your eyes met and the world around you faded into nothing. 

Eiden had requested that Quincy accompany your passage through the forest and ensure that you were able to arrive safely at his mansion’s door. As the guest of honour, Eiden introduced you to the remaining members of his clan. Garu, an omega wolf Yokai with vibrant sapphire eyes, leapt towards you; his tail swayed from side to side as he gazed at you with wonder. An E-droid, whom you learnt was named Blade, offered you a suspicious looking biscuit that was shaped into what he proclaimed was a ‘Darling~’. You were not certain on what a ‘Darling~’ was, but you assumed that it was supposed to mimic the appearance of the Grand Sorcerer himself. Rei, Kuya and Dante expressed minimal interest; the Sun Lord appeared apprehensive, whilst the fox Yokai watched you in the way that a predator would stalk their pray. A shiver ran down your spine as he approached. “Ah~ I see, my old friend has taken quite an interest in you~ So naive~ heh…” he mused, placing his index finger against his chin as he paused, deep in thought. Before he could open his mouth to speak further, Quincy appeared from the shadows and placed a rough hand, a warning, on Kuyas shoulder. “…” Their eyes met, Kuya’s expression flicker with amusement as he hummed, taking a singular step backwards. “Be careful, old friend, such a ripe fruit appears to be ready for picking… and I do not see any claim mark upon him~” within the same breath, Kuya had vanished. 

Olivine, sensing the tension, approached and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. As he opened his mouth to speak, he caught a glimpse of the jacket that remained wrapped around your shoulders and the tense stare that Quincy bore down upon him. His lips curled into a concealed smile and he instantly withdrew. “Quincy, why don’t you show (Y/N) around the mansion?” He asked. In the distance, Garu let out a whine, complaining at how he wanted to show you around himself. Eiden ruffled his ears, telling him that he could show you the garden after. 

Topper appeared on Quincy’s shoulder, squeaking with delight at the idea of assisting you with the tour. Quincy was a man of few words, though his silence did not deter you. It held a rather ‘endearing’ charm to it. You lifted your hand towards him, seeking to rest your palm against the crux of his elbow. “You are not going to keep me waiting… are you~?” You teased. 

Walking through the quiet, peaceful hallways, you fell into step with Quincy. His stoic stare bore down on the ground that he stepped upon. You sensed that something troubled him, but kept your concerns to yourself. You had a feeling that direct confrontation was not the appropriate way to handle Quincy. As you reached the dining room, you tugged on Quincy’s sleeve. “Why don’t we sit down for a moment, I am certain they wont miss us too much.” Quincy could not deny. Who was he do deny ‘his’ omega? The concept that you were, in fact, not ‘his’ omega did not cross his mind. Quincy sat in silence as you told him about yourself; your interests, your life growing up within the orphanage, your admiration for Olivine and your days spent at the research base with Pa. “Pa did not think I would last long, but I've been there for a year and we have made good progress…” you mused, reminiscing. You turned towards Quincy, your hand rested against his jacket that you wore. You were unlike any omega that Quincy had ever met before. You lived a life of high risk with low reward; you confronted death on a regular basis without a second thought. You were enthusiastic about your research and appeared to have dedicated your life towards it. He had never known an another omega who could compare… You lived in a world opposite to Quincy’s own. 

“Tell me about yourself… What makes a handsome man like yourself want to sit alone with someone like me?” You grinned. Your words, although playful, held a deeper meaning that you were too afraid to consciously acknowledge. You had always believed in a future in which you were alone; the idea of submitting to an alpha did not scare you, but rather, you did not feel that any alpha would dare waste their claim on you. You were loud, outspoken and self-sufficient with a desire to rebel against stereotypes. You did not envision yourself as the type of omega who would be content with remaining home to raise a child. You enjoyed a life of high risk; you lived on a settlement that could be destroyed in a singular blink. You lived life for the thrills, not for the duration. You saw a world beyond what was expected of you. You could not control your Yokai instincts and fought against domination. 

“… You are troublesome. You are not afraid of me” he hummed, his gaze hardened as he turned towards you. Unlike his usual stoic expression that lacked emotion, his eyes softened. His lips curled into a soft, gentle smile. It caused your heart to flutter. “You are not afraid.. of anything.” The distance between your bodies suddenly felt non-existent. The air became thick with unspoken words and hidden desire. You caught yourself, before pulling backwards and creating space. “Y-You won’t charm me with words alone~” you laughed, cheeks flushed. 

You truly were unlike any omega Quincy that had ever known. He watched you when you weren’t looking. His smile remained. 

Quincy could no longer remember the exact year that he was born; decades had past, his parent’s, friends and lovers had become lost to time. He had once fallen in love with a mortal; a gentle creature who belonged to the forest’s tribe. He had approached Quincy with apprehension; eyes wide with innocence. Quincy could still recall the fragrance of lemon and bergamot that decorated his porcelain skin. Quincy had treated him as though he were an ancient artefact; a fragile object that would shatter beneath his rough and callous hands, if he were not careful. Quincy had blindly fallen in love, without a second thought towards the consequences. He had spent endless summer nights by his side, hunting for meat and foraging for berries. 

Decades past and Quincy remained the same; his body unaffected by the passage of time. The concept of bonding was foreign to the tribe, accustomed to ancient traditions, bonding between an alpha and an omega was reserved solely to those who created children. Quincy had never needed a bite mark to remain loyal to his partner. The pair wed and attempted to conceive. Their attempts remained unsuccessful throughout the years and although his omega suffered the burden of infertility, Quincy was a source of constant reassurance. They had lived inside a world of their own. Quincy had dedicated his entire life towards becoming an alpha suitable of their praise. However, time for Quincy, was fleeting. Without conscious thought, fifty years had passed and the youthful omega that he had fallen in love with, lost his spark. Confined to their shared bed, he passed inside of Quincy’s arms. In that moment, he had understood the fragility of human life and swore to never fall in love again. 

Quincy then spent the rest of his life living in solitude; he had signed a contract with the Grand Sorcerer and become a clan member, in order to gain sufficient power to protect the tribesmen. Ultimately removed from the tribe due to his seemingly immortal existence, he continued to support them from a distance. His entire life had revolved around the tribe. Even if he was not welcome, he held no ill feelings towards them.   

You learnt that Quincy lived a quiet life in solitude, living in a handmade cabin within the forest of the Wood Territory. He was a man built on tradition. He loved nature; he fought to defend and encourage the ecosystem. Equipped with innate survival instincts, he could survive any terrain. He spoke in broken sentences, short abrupt words that summarised paragraphs into minimal phrases. He kept to himself. Quincy preferred listening above speaking. Topper spoke on Quincy’s behalf, nuzzling his cheek into the column of your neck and seeking your scent. When he returned to Quincy, he carried your scent on to himself, causing the alpha to subconsciously lean into his furry friend.

A peaceful silence washed across the room, as you leant your head against Quincy’s enlarged bicep. You took a deep breath, inhaling Quincy’s cotton flower and amber scent. You could easily decipher each note that his distinctive scent was composed of; the spice of cumin and freshness of vanilla warmed your lungs. “… Thank you, Quincy” you hummed, before sitting upright and moving his jacket from your shoulders. You extended your hand to return the fabric to him; his expression neutral, unreadable to an untrained eye. You felt comfortable with Quincy, it was a type of comfort that welcomed you home after a long day. The type of comfort that felt like the world had finally fallen into place. He was beautiful. His rough edges only added towards his overall charm. “We should return, Mister Eiden would be upset if I did not enjoy the feast that he prepared” you motioned. Despite his connection to Eiden, he felt the sudden urge to leave him disappointed, to whisk you away and to keep your attention solely trained on him… Alas, he kept his thoughts to himself and grunted in response. 

Returning to the dining hall, you were greeted by Garu, who stood impatiently by the door with his ears twitching and his tail wagging. He called you to the side, his eyes sparkled with childish wonder. “(Y/N)! Master says that you’re just like me! I’ve never met another omega Yokai before… You have a really sweet scent! Can we sent each other? Master says its important for omegas to scent each other so we feel comfortable. I want you to feel comfortable in Master’s home too!” he exclaimed. His energy radiated off of him in waves; it was contagious. His head tilted to the side. You took a step forwards, allowing your ears and tail to present themselves. In doing so, Garu’s scent sweetened; complimentary to your own, Garu’s scent carried a top note of mandarin and pear, with undertones of sandalwood and jasmine. You rubbed your cheek against his, allowing your scents to intertwine. A content purr resonated from your chest; the intoxicating aroma of a content omega flooded the room, causing Yakumo to twitch in response. His inner alpha weak, basking in the scent of any omega who was willing to share their scent with him. 

As you separated, Garu lifted his hand towards your own and intertwined your fingers. It was an instant connection; two lost souls brought together via a shared linage. You felt that, even without words, Garu understood you. Unafraid of expressing his inner wolf, he acted on base instincts and did not attempt to suppress who he was. You believed that you would be able to learn and grow from his advice. 

Eiden observed your interaction with Garu, as his head rested against the palm of his hand. His nose twitched as he caught sight of Quincy, out of the corner of his eye. Sat alone with his jacket in his hand and Topper facing him, his brow quirked. He dared not to eavesdrop on their conversation and yet, he felt there was something uncomfortably amiss. He could sense that Quincy was facing troubles that he did not want to consciously recognise. Before Eiden was able to approach the domineering alpha, Kuya materialised from seemingly thin air. The fox Yokai stood proudly in front of Quincy, with a menacing, teasing grin across his face. Kuya and Quincy had know each other for centuries and despite their indifference, they understood the other on a level far deeper than Eiden could ever hope to. He kept to himself as he observed their interaction from afar; Kuya’s smirk was tight, controlled and Quincy’s frown was deep, troubled. Topper remained silent as the pair engaged in a heated conversation. Their words hushed yet conveyed with venom. It was evident that Quincy did not agree with whatever words that Kuya spoke. Kuya, a sadist, took pride in his ability to strike fear and suffering into his opponents. Despite this, Eiden believed that he was attempting to help Quincy, in his own uniquely twisted way. Quincy was an enigma; a code that very few were able to crack. However, he was a code that Kuya could break apart and rebuild with ease. A moment later Quincy’s muscles tensed and his jaw tightened, he stood and brushed Kuya to the side. The fox Yokai, believing he was triumphant, graciously stepped to the side with a coy and accomplished grin. 

Feigning innocence, Eiden approached Quincy with an optimistic grin. “Why don’t you try some of this cider? Aster imported the barrel specially for today’s festivities!” He spoke, lifting the class of apple cider towards his companion. Quincy’s gaze hardened as he glanced between Eiden’s boyish expression and the alcohol held in his hand. He reached forward to accept the glass, and in doing so, Eiden closed the distance between their bodies and leant upwards, seeking to whisper into his ear. “He likes you so don’t over think it.” Before Quincy was able to respond, Eiden has disappeared. Within a singular moment, Eiden slipped into the arms of Yakumo, gazing from a distance with a grin… How troublesome.

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“Come along, (Y/N)! You will follow the mighty Lord Karu as we hunt for berries! Human Slave Lord Pa has tasked us with the mission, do not fail him with your incompetence!” Karu called, his voice raised, as he lifted berries from their branches and carefully slipped them into the quilted basket. In the months following the banquet, Garu had began to visit the research base on a regular basis. He spent endless nights inside the safe confinements of your comfortable nest, as you shared stories of your upbringings and compared your base omega instincts and desires. As your friendship developed into a mutual understanding of trust, you began to scent each other prior to heats and share clothing to carry the other’s scent during daylight hours. Garu introduced you to Karu. Karu was Garu’s alternate personality, created to protect Garu and act as a protective shield against trauma and/or harm. Karu would historically present himself during periods of harm or stress, subconsciously subduing Garu in order to protect him from emotional abuse and physically suffering. In recent years, Karu began to willingly present himself more frequently when he wished to interact with the clan members and their friends. They shared a body but had distinctly different personalities and scents. You could determine who was present before they spoke; Garu’s scent was light and citrus compared to Karu’s which held a deeper earthier undertone of Muguet and Musk. Garu’s innocence was endearing and Karu’s desire to ‘conquer’ humanity was courageous. You could sense that the pair had suffered greatly at the hands of humanity and thus, supported their outrageous claims. 

“Don’t worry about me, Karu! I am coming along” you laughed, collecting the berries that Karu missed as he stormed through the forrest and only picked the largest berries that he could find. Despite the mission being shared, Karu enjoyed turning the tasks into competitions. He would push out his chest and proclaim superiority each time Pa crowned him as the winner. You would feign submission and bow down towards his tyrannic reign. A smile tugged at the corners of you lips as you intertwined your arm with Karu’s, resting your head against his shoulder. He tensed for a brief moment before rolling his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Ha! You are scared of the dark? Do not worry, The All Mighty Karu will keep you safe!” He yelled. He continued to venture forwards, as you allowed him to believe the thoughts that made his heart flutter. His scent sweetened when you gave him the opportunity to display his dominance. He was the type of omega who denied his secondary gender; desperate to conquer alphas and betas alike. 

After filling your baskets to the brim, you returned to your cabin. Karu rushed ahead, seeking to reach Pa before you had the opportunity to, in order to showcase his berries and receive the first gushing of praise. Despite his self-righteous display of independence, Karu was weak for both praise and reassurance. As he reached the front door to your home, he hesitated upon inhaling a familiar yet distant scent. Karu reached downwards, collecting a small abandoned basket from the doorstep. His left brow quirked upwards as he turned towards you, showcasing the object decorated with a simple note on top. The crumpled card read the word ‘(Y/N)’ with no direct indication towards the sender. Regardless, your heart fluttered as you lifted the basket into your arms and removed the lid to reveal squirrel meat, fresh vegetables and ice cubes to keep the meat chilled. At the side was a small collection of squashed berries, marked with small paw indents. “Huh? Why did that slab head leave meat at your door?” Karu questioned, interrupting your tender thoughts. He stepped forwards, reaching upwards to gaze into the small box, filled with a small portion of meat. He then shifted his attention between your flushed, dazed expression and the collection of freshly caught ingredients. Failing to understand the connection, Garu presented himself and took control of their shared body. 

“Another courting gift?” He questioned, blinking as his vibrant sapphire orbs replaced Karu’s previously amber ones. In response, you laughed and rolled your eyes in a playful manner. “Quincy is simply being kind. Squirrel meat is extremely difficult to catch inside the dark territory. I have told him it is my favourite and besides…” you began, before abruptly pausing. You hesitated. For the past three month, Quincy had ‘anonymously’ left offerings of meat, vegetables, fruits and animals hides at your doorstep. The lingering scent of cumin and cotton flower revealed the sender before the notes began to accompany the parcels. The first note carried the familiar scent of pineapple and sumire, the staple scent that Eiden carried; it was evident that Eiden had caught Quincy in the act and advised the alpha to decorate the offering with a handwritten note. True to his nature, the note was simple, abrupt and directly to the point. His handwriting was messy, uncoordinated and likely due to the forest guardians lack of need to write when he had spent years alone foraging and hunting. He did not need to write to Topper, whom was his only companion during those times. 

You turned to Garu with a puzzled, curious expression. “D… Do you truly believe that Quincy is attempting to court me?” You asked. You tone betraying your innocence towards the topic of courting. You had never been courted before. You were not the type of omega that an alpha could envision a future with; you lived for yourself. Garu’s eyes filled with childish wonder as he lurched forwards, wrapping his rough, scarred palms around your own. “Master Kuya taught me that when an alpha wishes to bond with an omega, they will offer gifts of diamonds and gold!” He beamed, his eyes shining with pride as he was able to assist you with your indecision. “Although animal carcasses are not of materialistic worth… I have seen Blade court Yakumo with clay statues and Yakumo court Blade with his favourite meals! Although they are both alphas… Gramps always taught me that you should follow your heart. If you truly love someone, their secondary gender shouldn’t matter! Master Kuya says that the more valuable the gift is, the deeper the love is, but I don’t think I believe in that. I think that, to Quincy, meat is worth more than jewels ever could. So… You must mean a lot to him” he concluded. Your expression softened. Money, diamonds and gold had never mattered to you. You lived a simple life. The idea that Quincy had hunted animals solely for your nourishment caused your inner omega to preen. A soft rumble bubbled deep inside of your chest. “I never thought that an alpha would want to court someone like me…” you sighed as Garu lifted his hand and ran his fingers through your hair. “I think that an alpha would be very lucky to have someone like you!” He returned. You laughed beneath your breath. “I think that anyone would be lucky to treasure a heart like yours, Garu. So never settle for anyone less than perfect” you teased. 

As the sun descended from the sky, daylight faded and moonlight lit up the nights sky. Garu stood by the stove, his fluffy tail swayed from side to side as Pa prepared the meal that Quincy had gifted. He hummed softly as you sliced the vegetables and added them to boiled water. You glanced towards Garu as he watched Pa’s movements, purring softly when he caught a waft of the sweet, nutty scent radiating from the squirrel’s meat. Wrapped around Garu’s head was a small cotton towel. You both shared a nightly ritual of bathing prior to your evening meal. Typically Garu bathed first and you followed swiftly behind. “I will be back soon~!” You called as Pa distractedly waved you off. 

After you left the kitchen, Pa turned towards Garu with a troubled expression. “You think this ‘alpha’ is good for him?” He grunted. His inner paternal alpha senses screamed at him to protect you; to deny Quincy access to your fragile, innocent mind. Garu hesitated for a moment, gazing towards Pa with an equally trouble expression. “Do you mean Quincy? I think…” he paused to gather his thoughts. “I think that Quincy truly loves (Y/N). I have never seen him show an interest in anyone… He looks at (Y/N) in the same way that you look at him. Like (Y/N) is the only person in the world” he smiles. Pa felt his tough resolve melt beneath the words that slipped from Garu’s lips. “He does, huh?” He hummed. Pa understood that one day you would fall in love with someone and leave your shared home behind. He prayed that you would never forget him; he prayed that the man you chose to love, would never hurt you. You deserved to be loved in all the right ways that you deserved. “I think he’s a good guy… but I wouldn’t forgive myself if he ever hurt (Y/N)… it ain't that I don’t trust him but (Y/N) had been through enough. I guess… I just want to make sure he’s happy” he explained. Garu nodded in understanding. “I think if Quincy ever hurt (Y/N), Karu would make him regret it!” He beamed. Pa laughed in response, ruffling Garu’s hair with affection. 

After bathing, you returned to the kitchen with a cotton towel wrapped around your head and a oversized shirt covering your body. You slipped into your chair and took a deep inhalation; the delicious scent of the meal caused you to drool. “It smells delicious! I will need to thank Quincy tomorrow” you hummed. As you consumed the meal, Pa updated you on recent discoveries and Garu listened to your conversation with interest. Lifting your arms into the air, a soft yawn escaped your lips, and you stretched your limbs to alleviate tension. You retired to your bedroom, accompanied by Garu. Inviting the omega into your nest, he slipped beneath the sheets. Your nest had been decorated with plush duvets, blankets, pillows, feline shaped toys and Quincy’s scent. You had weaved his clothing into your side of the nest. As you slipped into a state of unconsciousness, Garu curled into your side and rested his head against your shoulder. A content sigh sounded from you. 

The following morning you awoke to the sweetened scent of pancakes filling the air. Turning to your left, you reached for a body that was not there. Your brows furrowed with confusion. Stepping out of bed, you descend the stairs and entered the kitchen. On the table was a freshly prepared dish of pancakes, bacon and maple syrup. Adjacent to the plate was a note composed of two different handwritings. 

‘I’ve been called out to the base. Major discovery. I’ll be back next week’ 

‘I made you pancakes! Make sure you eat them- Karu says your heat is due so you need to stay hydrated! Master says he needs me to regulate the alters. I will come and check on you once we are back home’

You sat down at the table, humming softly as you consumed the overly sweeten pancakes; sugar was your kryptonite. As you ate your meal, a gentle knock sounded at the door. With your senses heightened, you smelt their familiar scent before you were able to visualise them. Unlocking the hatch, you stepped aside and invited the pair inside. You wore his shirt; you carried his scent. Olivine smiled to himself as he stepped into your home and headed into the kitchen. Following closely behind was Edmond, flushed by the unfamiliar sight of your exposed body to his direct gaze. Edmond was prim and proper; bare flesh and skin caused his brain to short-circuit. Olivine guided Edmond towards your dining room table, sitting down and sampling the pancakes you were eating. Olivine attempted to avoid cringing at the overly sweet taste. Edmond accepted the bite that Olivine lifted towards his lips; Edmond’s palate matched your own, purring at the overwhelmingly sweet flavour. You stood by the kitchen door, observing the pair from a distance. Olivine gazed at Edmond with the type of affection that was revered solely for fairytales; he gazed at him with the type of love that words could not describe. 

“How did you know?” You asked, sitting down across from the pair. Their necks newly decorated with fresh bite marks. “How did I know…” Olivine began, his head tilted to the side. “How did you know… How did you know that you were in love? How did you know that Edmond was the only person you knew you’d ever want to be with?” You asked, torn between a desire to dedicate your entire life to someone else and the fear you would live to regret it. You believed that once you bonded with someone, it could never be broken. You would chose right the first time. Olivine glanced towards Edmond, his expression soft as Edmond’s cheeks flushed with innocent embarrassment. “My father was a strict alpha; he followed tradition and raised me by the belief that an omega’s sole purpose was to serve their alpha. When I presented as an omega, I could sense his unyielding disappointment. For years… I felt that I had sullied his name. He never looked towards me with the same pride he once had in my youth. I dedicate my life towards the God of Klein; I sought forgiveness. I once begged God to ‘fix’ me… I punished myself during my heats and never indulged in bodily pleasure. He passed before I was able to receive his forgiveness… His acceptance. Later my younger brother presented as an omega and I pushed all of my self-hatred to the side. I showered him in support. I showed him the love and affection that our father never had towards me. Despite this, I could not forgive myself for my base desire. I continued to punish myself with flagellation… I could not see myself in the same light I did towards other male omega…” he began, taking a deep breath to clam his nerves. Edmond placed his hand atop of Olivine’s to offer support. “Then I met Edmond. His scent felt like coming home. He understood me in ways that no one ever had before. He taught me to love myself. He shared a similar hatred towards his base desires and the idea he was punishing himself, broke my heart… We bonded over a shared hope to overcome internalised hatred and fear. He taught me… that it was alright to be myself… I couldn’t imagine a world in which anyone could love him more than I do” he expressed, smiling as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. 

You felt your chest tighten at the raw display of genuine emotion that poured from Olivine’s lips. “I… When I first met Olivine I had sworn myself towards the protection of the King. I swore my life towards the people of Klein. I denied myself the right to access my omega. I was prescribed supplements to subdue my heat and I lived a life in which I was content with being alone. When the idea of indulging in pleasure arose in the depths of my mind, I increased my dose of suppressants. It was not healthy and I would often faint during patrols. I cared little towards my own well-being. I distracted myself with work… Alpha’s with lower rankings to my own mocked me, commenting on my sour smell and their disgust towards my overall attitude. They claimed that no one wish to bond me, even if I were to beg on my knees…” he began, his face displayed a disheartening concoction of disgust and resignation. “I believed their words. I believed that I was unworthy of love and thus kept to myself… That was until I met Olivine. His genuine display of affection warmed my heart. He made my inner omega feel safe. For the first time since presenting, I stopped taking suppressants and trusted him with my entire being.” Edmond’s voice cracked, as you watched him gaze at Olivine in a way a parishioner would gaze at their God. You could not stop the tear that ran down your cheek. Despite yourself, you began to long for the bond they held.

“I could never have imagined myself loving someone with my entire being, to the point that I could not live without them. I always imagined myself living a life that was not long, but filled with dangers and adrenaline. I once thought that I was broken, because I had never felt the urge to bond to an alpha and birth a child of my own. That maternal instinct did not exist inside my mind… and yet, when I gaze into Quincy’s eyes, I cannot help but long for a future that outlives me…” you began, folding your hands as you gazed towards the ground. Unbeknown to you, Edmond and Olivine glanced towards the other with a knowing smile. “And that terrifies me. What if I lose myself? What if he wishes for children? What if I do not connect with his child? What if I fail at being the type of doting omega that he deserves?” Your voice broke, weakened by insecurity. “(Y/N), you mustn’t waste time considering the what if’s and live in the certainties. I have the sense that Quincy would be content with living the life you wish to lead… and for what it is worth, I am certain you would make an outstanding father” Olivine’s smile brightened up the room, grounding you and reminding you to breathe. 

Olivine and Edmond bid their farewell’s, requested upon by Eiden to regulate the gemstone alters, alongside Garu and Yakumo. You returned to your nest, wrapping yourself in Quincy’s scent as you rearranged your pillows and blankets. The signature Marine notes of Garu lingered on the bed sheets. Gazing upwards at the roof, your thoughts became interrupted by gentle knocking against the glass. Slipping out of bed, you stepped towards the window, opening the curtain to reveal the familiar face of Topper, perched with an acorn held between his teeth. Sliding open the glass, Topper stepped inside and dropped the acorn into your hands; it was a gift. Rubbing his cheek against your own in order to scent him, you leant forwards, peering out of the window towards the ground below. Quincy stood outside of your door, covered in a sheen layer of sweat with his shirt opened to reveal his muscular, toned chest. Within his hands he held another box. A smile tugged at your lips. “Join me for dinner?” You called.

As the sun descended from the sky, Quincy stood inside of your kitchen, preparing the meal that he had freshly caught; meat stew with potatoes. You lingered at the doorway, watching Quincy with a distant gaze. Quincy was beautiful in both the inside and out; he made your heart flutter and your cheeks dust with red. Since your initial meeting with Quincy, your relationship had developed from friends to not quite lovers, something in between that neither of you had dared to cross. You glanced towards Topper, who appeared to sense your hesitation. He shifted his gaze between you and Quincy before dashing across the floor, heading towards the adjacent room. You took a deep breath and approached Quincy from behind. “Quincy?” You spoke, your tone betraying you. Quincy grunted in response, spearing you a singular glance. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips at how unapologetically /himself/ Quincy actually was. 

“I… I wanted to express my gratitude for the meal you delivered yesterday. It was delicious. Pa prepared the meat for myself and Garu last night” you began, your gaze shifting downwards as you contemplated on how you would continue. Before you were able to speak, Quincy turned towards you, lifting a hand as he pressed the back of his palm towards your temple. “You are warm… Your temperature is spiking. If you are in the stages of pre-heat you should return to your nest and allow your body time to adjust. I have been told that, for a unbounded omega, heats can be particularly troublesome… Rest and I shall bring you, your meal” he spoke. Quincy was simple, he did not say words that he did not mean. He was easy to understand; abrupt and direct. It was something that you admired. “Thank you… Quincy. I trust you will keep me safe.” Your smile warmed his stone heart. 

As you vacated the kitchen, Quincy felt breathless. His hands gripped the marble kitchen unit with enough force to crack the surface, should be wish to. His self-restraint slipped with each interaction he held with you; your scent flooded his senses, causing blood to rush downwards and affect his ability to control his instincts. Your pre-heat scent peaked with notes of cinnamon and apple, sweeter and more intimate when compared with your natural flavours. He reached for the discarded shirt that rested atop of your laundry basket; your scent clung to the fabric, leaving the clothed soaked in that signature pre-heat scent. Despite fighting against his instincts and witnessing the disapproving glare from Topper, he slipped the shirt into this pocket. He would never bring you harm, yet required an outlet that did not sully your image or name. You affected him in ways that no other omega had ever been able to before.

Taking a deep inhalation of breath, Quincy prepared your evening meal on to a tray, gently knocking on your bedroom door. He waited until he was given consent to enter, before slipping inside. His breath caught in his throat as he gazed down towards you; your body concealed by a intricate arrangement of blankets, pillows and with his signature jacket draped across your upper torso. Your flushed expression, sweat soaked skin and trembling lips forced a deep growl to resonate from the depth of his chest; his instincts begged him to provide you with relief and yet, he maintained his composure and lifted the tray on to your bedside table. He provided you with nutrient bars, water and fresh fruits. He understood that whilst in the throes of heat, you would be inebriated and thus, he would take responsibility for ensuring your safety throughout. You could not speak, only able to grunt in response. You did not trust yourself to speak as Quincy’s spiced cumin scent caused your abdomen to tense with a unsatisfied ache. Quincy removed his shirt and placed it atop of your concealed body. He took a turn to leave, sparing a glance as you shifted and your eyes met. “… Take care, (Y/N). If you need anything, you know where to find me” he promised. A moment later your bedroom door closed, locking shut to ensure your safety and comfort. 

In order to provide you with privacy, Quincy consumed his half of the meal downstairs, distracting himself with thoughts of his future plan to hunt for meat tomorrow morning. He intended to stay the night inside of your home, offering protection until Olivine was able to return from his voyage with Eiden. Your scent seeped beneath the cracks, reaching Quincy’s nostrils and causing them to flare. The scent indicated that you had reached the beginnings of your heat, seeking relief from the ache that consumed your body from head to toe. 

The mere idea that you were exposed, stripped entirely of your own clothing, only covered in the scented cloth that Quincy had gifted you… He envisioned your legs falling apart as your fingers desperately searched for the intimate spot that would provide you with euphoric relief… Quincy’s name spilling from your lips as you begged for him to soothe the restricting tension… He could almost imagine the taste of your slick against his tongue… Without conscious thought, blood traveled south, causing his erection to strain against the tight confinement’s of his trousers. He could not control his imagination; he understood it was sinful and yet, he did not want to hold himself back. 

He entered your downstairs bathroom, unbuttoning the front of his trousers and allowing his cock to seek relief from the cooling air. He never wore underwear, true to his traditional beliefs. Quincy removed your shirt from his pocket and pressed the cotton against his nose, rubbing the fabric against his scent glands and filling his lungs with your addictive flavour. “F-Fuck…” Quincy wrapped his rough callous hand around his thick, throbbing erection. The harsh leather of his glove provided pleasure to his highly sensitive organ. His eyelids fluttered shut as he created the image of your flushed expression inside of his mind. Your scent indicated a lack of experience; the thought of claiming your virginity, alone, could bring him to orgasm had he not squeezed the tip to calm himself down. He envisioned you on your knees, eyes filled with a desire to please him despite a lack of experience. He imagined your mouth opening as wide as it possibly could, wrapping around his tip and taking his cock down your virgin throat. What kind of sound would you make as you gagged on him? Would your jaw ache as it unhinged itself in order to take his abnormal thick appendage down the tight confinement’s of your throat? Would your face contort with pleasure as he used your mouth in the ways he could with a fleshlight? Would your eyes brim with tears as he carelessly sought pleasure from your willing body? He envisioned you touching yourself, unwilling to wait for his cock as your fingers slipped inside of your slick soaked hole, to offer a cooling relief to your personal ache… His hand moved up and down himself with renewed vigour. He could not stop himself as he moved your shirt from his neck to his cock, wrapping the fabric around the length in order to cover his nether region in your sweet scent. He desperately rutted himself against the cloth, biting the back of his left hand as he thrust into the other. He envisioned you, begging for his cum inside of your mouth… You would struggle. You would splutter and cough… your pretty pink lips stained with his release… With a sharp grunt, he spilled into the palm of his hand, covering your nightshirt in his sin. He felt breathless, gazing downwards at the mess he had made… His mind fogged with a desire to claim you. 

You made him believe in love once more; his feelings stretched beyond lust or a desire to reproduce. For the first time since his conception, he wanted to live his life in someone else’s arms. He wanted to mate with you for life… He would never forget his first love, and yet, he wanted you to be his last. 

[brotherismine]

Short Drabble for M!Reader x Quincy (Greek Mythology AU) ♡

You gazed upon a familiar figure composed entirely of marble; a distant memory immortalised in stone. The object was inanimate, cold and rigid. It was a sculpture that mimicked a human being without expressing the warmth that pulsating flesh and oxygen filled lungs would be able to. The statue was that of a God; a Greek figure that once struck fear into the souls of those who crossed his bloodthirsty and unforgiving path. He was a figure created to imprint terror into weak, fragile minds, and yet, as you gazed into his vacant, emotionless eyes, you felt your heart flutter. Distant memories of a past life danced across your vision. Memories of late nights sleeping beneath the stars; visions of holding someone's hand as you dashed through marble hallways laughing endlessly as you teased other Gods; heartwrentching screams of soldiers lost in battle.

You stumbled backwards. The memories you possessed did not belong to you. They belonged to someone who had lived a different life; a life lived centuries before your own creation.

You shook your head to escape your daze. You had not slept in weeks and exhaustion blurred the lines between reality and fiction. You returned your focus towards the God. You were here to study Greek mythology. Ares, the God of War, was a figure you felt intuitively connected with. You saw familiarity within his sculpted cheek bones and felt safety within his empty eyes. He was someone you believed you had known for a life time...

You laughed to yourself at how painfully alone you had become in recent years. You laughed at yourself for becoming deluded by the romanticisation of a mythological figurine. Sparing Ares a final glance, you turned to your right in order to vacate the imposing and empty hall. Turning away from the sculpture, your breath caught in your throat.

The human who gazed towards the God was the perfect embodiment of Ares himself. Their eyes sharp with a coldness that was able to kill one thousand men; their muscles buldged with tension desperate to escape and create chaos. He turned towards you, his eyes widened with a hesitant recognition that faded in the same breath. He was not a stranger and yet, you had never met this man before. You opened your mouth to speak and your words died in your throat. If reincarnation was possible, you were certain the stranger had lived the life of a God before. Tilting your head to the side, you offered the stranger a smile. He gazed at you with eyes that did not blink.

He opened his mouth to speak when suddenly his name was called from behind. "Quincy!" The voice snapped each of you from your daze. Taking leave, you abandoned Quincy and left him alone with his own thoughts...

He had finally found you. He had found you in a world in which Gods did not exist. He had found you in a realm in which you were equals. He had found you in a universe in which he could die by your own hands in order to atone for his disastrous sins he had created.

He had found you.

This time, he would not let you go.

[brotherismine]

Kimetsu no Yaiba Infinity Castle has been released today in the UK! I am going to see the film after work and I can’t wait. My fiancée and I are going in cosplay as Zenitsu and Kaigaku ~ ♡ I am so happy to see Kaigaku, he’s my absolute favourite (minus Rengoku Senjurō of course. He’s my oshi). I hope that anyone else who gets to see it today, has fun! Make sure to give Kaigaku a hug from me if you see him ~ ♡

[brotherismine]

Hey! Hey!

My name is Elliot, I am 25 and from the UK! I am relatively new to tumblr and would love to get to know people who share the same interests as me. I am /obsessed/ with NU: Carnival… maybe you can tell by my aesthetic… My favourite character is Aster ♡ but I also adore Yakumo, Dante, Blade and Garu ♡ I would love to meet people who love NU as much as I do and would be happy to talk about our boys together! It really makes me happy when I listen to people talk about different favourites to mine and encourage me to like them as well! Likewise I love sharing favourites because the boys are just so cute!

My messages are always open, or you can find me on instagram @loveless.cos ♡

I would also love to make an OC for NU and see others that people have made as well!

[brotherismine]

I don’t know why but no matter what I write, I always create a connection between (Y/N) and Olivine… In my Yakumo fic I made him their past lover and now in my current Quincy fic… he’s (Y/N)’s idol. Olivine may not be my favourite but he’s clearly at the forefront of my mind ~♡. I think it’s because he’s such a gentle soul that it makes sense he would be the designated support system. I will definitely write an Olivine fanfic in the future but for now, he’s the love that (Y/N) can’t have… I think I might add a cheeky wee EdOli moment in my current work… background omega x omega, anyone? 👀

I really do love writing x male reader for NU: Carnival! Despite Aster being my favourite character (of all time) I really struggle to write (Y/N) stories for him… I think it’s because I struggle to ship him with anyone who isn’t Morvay. I couldn’t make a (Y/N) if Morvay was in the story… it would feel like cheating and I would cry…

I think after my current work, which I can reveal is going to be Alpha!Quincy x FelineYokai!Omega!MaleReader (NSFW is a promise ;)), I want to work on a short story which would be a Greek God AU, but I’m not sure who to base (Y/N) on? Perhaps Aphrodite if Quincy is Ares, heh ~ After that I would really like to make a modern AU based on the 3rd anniversary event of the boys attending collage… maybe a little affair with the English professor Kuya~? A little ‘experiment’ with the science professor Rei~? A escapade in the janitorial cupboard with janitor Quincy~? Or a delicious sacrifice with our cult leader Rei~?

If anyone has any ideas I would be happy to accept them!

[brotherismine]

HI POOKIE!!

I hope you’re doing well after your surgery!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

Hey! Hey!

Surgery went super well and currently just recovering!

I have stared working on my latest x omega male reader story. Thought I’d delve into the omegaverse thanks to your stories inspiring me! Should be posted next week here is hoping ☺️❤️‍🔥

[brotherismine]

God of War Ares x Quincy collaboration? This new Greek God event has inspired me! After I finish my current Quincy x MaleReader WIP, I will have to do a short story for a Greek mythology AU!

[serotoninandespresso]

What Blossoms After: Chapter 1 - Thorn Pricked

A/n: First chapter of an OC story! You were a father of two, recently divorced. The man you loved, ruined you. You turned to Robb Stark, your best friend. You two have been thick as thieves, since you first met in college, but now, Robb finally gets to be in your life the way he wants. ~14.4K words

Warnings: hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers, A/B/O dynamics (male reader is an omega, Robb Stark is an alpha), male reader is a model, Robb Stark is a security manager, mentions of past betrayal, past cheating (not reader or Robb), smut (MDNI), I think that’s all! Sorry if I missed any!

“Yeah I mean this time labor was soooo much easier.” You chortle with Daenerys. “And you’ve birthed such a perfect little son.” She coos looking to Rhael in your arms. “Why isn’t Jaime here?” Rhaegar asked pointedly. “And why’d you name him rail?” Daenerys snickers. “First of all, it’s not rail it’s ‘Rhae-el’ if you wanna keep those aunt privileges you better get his name right.” You chortle. “And second…he had work, some real important meeting.” You say deflating, before tensing and forcing a laugh. “But I mean he’s providing for our family so I can’t be too upset.” You laugh. “Dad! Can I see him? Where is he? Dad!” Baelon yells as he sprints down the hall to your hospital room. “Woah, Baelon what did I say about running in these halls?” You say as he bursts in. “Not to do so without good reason?” He says sheepishly. “No to never do it, you could slip, and then we’d both be stuck here.” You laugh, tousling his hair, a small smile stretching your lips. Baelon’s eyes are drawn to the babe in your arms. “Is he,” Baelon swallows, tears welling before cascading down, “is he my brother?” He asks softly. “He is.” You answer warmly. “He’s perfect, just like you are.” You say, scenting your oldest. “So how was school?” You asked. “His teachers said he didn’t get much done at all.” Jon says finally coming in. “Too distracted by you giving birth.” He laughs. “Not true!” Baelon tries to fire back, but the moment his eyes meet yours, he withers. “Maybe it’s a little true.” He admits shyly. “Well that won’t do.” You cheerily retort. “Gonna have to put you in some extra classes or extra tutoring to make up for it.” You suggest.  

“I think I’m doing pretty well!” He argues. “Right well let’s see what your teachers suggest when I call them.” You say laughing. “Excuse me Mr. Targaryen?” The doctor gently speaks, tapping on the door. “Ah yes Doc?” You say, moving the bed to be more upright. “So all your tests came back normal, we’ll be discharging you today.” He says happily. “Oh my god I can go home early?” You say excitedly. “Yes, the nurse will be right in with the paperwork. Congratulations again.” He says cheerful as he leaves. It doesn’t even feel like time has passed as the nurse comes in with documents. A few signatures is all it takes and you’re cleared to go. You’re dressed down in the most comfortable clothes you have, with an adult diaper on, just in case. You’re still healing after all. “Let’s go.” You say happily, strapping Rhael into his car seat. “Alright, I’m sure Jaime will be glad to see you.” Jon assures. You don’t miss the way Rhaegar and Daenerys roll their eyes. They never liked Jaime to begin with, they always saw him as a snake in the grass. No matter how much you tried to convince them and yourself you were happy.

The car ride ends as soon as it began, as Jon parked in front of your home. The six of you get out of the car, Daenerys and Rhaegar helping you as best they can with your things while you focus on Rhael. As you turn the key, and push open the door, none of you say a word. All of you hold your breath as the unmistakable sounds of someone in the throes of pleasure echo throughout your home. You wordlessly head back out, before Baelon can step inside. “Stay here and watch your brother for me.” You say deathly serious. “Huh? Dad, why can’t I come insi-“ he freezes, words dying on his tongue when he sees your face. Jon, Daenerys, and Rhaegar are still stuck at the entryway to your home, listening to the pornographic sounds. You push past, smacking Rhaegar’s arm down as he tries to stop you. You rummage through one of your bags pulling out your phone and recording, as you make your way upstairs. Each step you climb feels like an earthquake splitting you open. The sounds get louder, more discernible. “Whose is it?” You hear Jaime grunting. “Yours!” A breathy voice responds, you freeze. You know that voice. Like the back of your hand you recognize it immediately. You feel your stomach sink, plummeting farther than should be allowed with your body. And still you continue praying you’re wrong. 

As you reach the apex of the stairs, you find clothes strewn about. An outfit you can immediately tell is Jaime’s and another you’ve seen before in your parent’s home. You silently crept to the door of your room, phone already angled to record whatever’s going on. As you push the door open, you feel your heart shattering. Jaime, your husband, the sire of your two sons, is in your bed, knot deep, in your brother Viserys. Your phone catches everything, every sound, every grunt, every breathy moan. Jaime notices you first gasping, turning white as a sheet. “(Y/n)-“ Jaime gasps, before Viserys realizes you’re standing there. “(Y/n)-“ Viserys freezes, before an evil smile stretches across his face. “Don’t be upset. You should’ve known this is how it was going to end. You’ve always held things you couldn’t ever hope to keep.” Viserys cruelly laughs, as Jaime joins in ridiculing you. “That’s right…” Jaime laughs, before groaning in ecstasy, “god I should’ve never married you. You’ve always felt like second place.” Jaime sneers.

“Dad wake up.” Baelon says gently, as he jolts you awake. “Huh-“ you say gasping, eyes flitting about wildly, “Oh Baelon I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” You ask worried, looking him over. “Dad I’m fine, it’s you I’m worried about.” Baelon says softly. You smile, as you meet his eyes cupping his cheek. “Don’t be baby, it’s my job to worry about you and Rhael.” You say warmly. “But thank you for being concerned.” You add, patting his back. Baelon doesn’t speak, instead trying to sit in your lap. “I think you’ve grown too big for this.” You giggle as you hug him tight and hold him closer. “Was it the same dream?” He asks softly. “That day we came back and you saw…” he trails off. “It—“ you freeze, before clearing your throat. “Should I call Robb?” He asks half teasing half serious. “No.” You say with a nervous laugh. “That’s not your concern Baelon.” You say rubbing his back. “I’m the alpha of the house now. It is my concern.” He says strongly. “No you’re not the alpha of the house.” You retort. “You’re my darling, loving son. You just turned seventeen. You’re not supposed to worry about me.” You try to remind him. “You’re supposed to worry about which omega you like, who you’re going to ask to prom, things like that.” You laughed. “Besides It wouldn’t be fair of me to dump my emotional baggage on you.” You say softly. “But I do it to you all the time.” He mutters. “That’s different,  you’re my son, that’s expected. Not the other way around, especially not while you’re so young.” You assure him, gently rubbing his back. “Come on, I gotta feed Rhael and make breakfast, and you have to get ready for school.” You say nudging him up. 

You wordlessly shower with Rhael cleaning and shampooing the full head of hair he’s sporting. “Keep it together.” You think you’re crying, but you can’t exactly tell in the shower. Rhael starts to whine and babble like he’s upset, you know it’s your scent. “Shhh. Shhh. It’s okay honey.” You whisper, cradling him against you, scenting him despite the running water. When all is said and done, you get out of the shower with Rhael in tow. You dry him off, putting a new diaper on him before changing him into a red onesie. “Don’t you look adorable.” You coo, tickling his tummy, watching as he laughs, drool seeping from the corner of his mouth. Your phone lights up, when you look at it, it’s a message from your ex-husband. You roll your eyes, before reading the text. The divorce had been finalized, but for the custody to stick you’d been advised to not block him.

                                6:32am

Jaime: Tell Baelon to answer my calls. I want to take him on a trip. Read: 6:36am

You take a deep breath, trying to center yourself from the wrath and fury you feel swirling in your chest, and just barely contained simmering under your skin. 

You: I’ll see what I can do. Read: 6:37am

You change, and carry Rhael on your hip as you head down stairs. You place him in his high chair as you make breakfast for Baelon. He rushes downstairs hair still wet, sitting down just in time for you to place his plate in front of him. You laugh, grabbing a few paper towels. “You gotta dry your hair before running down here. What if you catch a cold?” You ask softly, drying his hair. “I wanted to eat together.” Baelon says softly. Your heart melts at his admission. “Should I cancel on Daenerys?” You muse. “Wait fuck she said she had something important. But Baelon looks so sad.” You think to yourself. “Oh baby I’m sorry. I’m eating breakfast with your auntie.” You say kissing the crown of his head. You catch his scent starting to turn. “But how about we do dinner together?” You ask excited. “I feel like we haven’t eaten a meal together in forever.” You start happy before it dips into wistfulness. 

When was the last time? 

Why can’t you remember it?

“Baelon, stop eating for a second.” You say putting a hand over his. His violet eyes meet yours. “Yeah, Dad?” He says after swallowing. “I think I’ve been an absent dad as of late.” You start, raising a hand to stop Baelon as he looks like he’s about to refute what you’re saying. “I’m not saying I’m a terrible dad, I’m just saying maybe I haven’t been all the way here for you, and for Rhael in the way you two need me.” You say softly. “Rhae’ is just a baby.” Baelon responds with a chortle, you can’t help but laugh. “Yeah he is.” You respond gingerly. “But you’re not.” You redirect back to him, letting the words settle in. “How do you feel about how I’ve been?” You ask. You see his eyes widen before he looks away, unable to meet your gaze. “You’ve been good.” He says nervously. You put your finger under his chin, forcing him to look at you. “I know that’s not entirely true.” You say with a small smile. “It’s okay, I’m tough. I can take it.” You say strongly, puffing your chest out like an alpha. Baelon takes a shaky breath, eyes meeting yours. “You promise?” His eyes dart away as the words leave his mouth. 

“Yeah, I promise.” You say gripping his hand twice, and smiling. “Okay.” Baelon exhales. “I think you’re a good dad.” Baelon starts. “But it feels sometimes like you’re a robot.” He reveals. “Like you’re just doing things on a check list, without really feeling anything.” He says sadly. “Like, at my away game,” he hesitates, looking away like it was too hard to talk about, “You were there. You cheered for me, you took photos, you congratulated me…but it didn’t feel like it was you.” He says. His words break your heart, you didn’t think it was noticeable. “Kinda like I’m on autopilot? Just going through the motions?” You ask trying to clarify. “Yeah. Exactly.” Baelon affirms. “Thank you for sharing that with me honey.” You say cupping his cheek. “I’m so sorry I made you experience that. I want to change it, and make sure it doesn’t happen.” You say strongly. “I think I’ll need your help, because sometimes I don’t realize it.” You admit. “If you see me like that, spaced out, zoned out, pull me aside and tell me. Or we can come up with another sign so I can be present in the way you deserve.” You smile warmly as you suggest. “And do the same if you see me doing that with Rhael.” You add. “He might be baby now, but he’s going to grow, and he’s gonna need me to be just as present with him as I am with you.” You elaborate. “Okay dad. I can do that.” He says happily, tearing up. “So to make good on what I’m saying,” you lean in, other hand pulling him to rest his forehead against yours, “what if you play hooky today?” You say, your eyes shining.

“What do you mean?” He says blinking away his tears. “I’ll call your school tell’em you’re sick,” you shrug your shoulders with a devious smile, “and then we spend the whole day together.” You say beam. “We’ll go to breakfast with Daenerys, and then it’ll be just you, Rhael, and I.” You expound. “Or if you want it to be just us, I can ask Daenerys to take Rhael or I can get his babysitter?” You add. “No it’s okay. I’d like it if it was all of us.” Baelon says with a smile. “Great.” You softly spoke. Your eyes widened as you remembered Jaime’s text. “Listen, I know you don’t want to hear about him…” you start, trying your hardest to sound neutral. “I don’t care about whatever Jaime has to say.” Baelon says curtly. “I know sweetie, but he’s still your sire, and he asked me to tell you to answer his call.” You say with a little joy, at how much Baelon despises his dad. You can’t openly show it, you don’t need to be taken to court over parental alienation. At least not until your lawyer tells you you’ll be in the clear. 

“Well tell him I don’t want to hear from him.” Baelon says calmly, but he’s your son through and through, you can smell his scent turning with anger. “Ever.” Baelon adds with finality. “Do you remember the conversation we had with my lawyer Jennifer?” You ask softly. “I do.” Baelon affirms, his lips pursing before being pulled into a tight line. “I don’t want to spend any time with him. At all. And I don’t want to be forced to play nice with him, and Vise—“ he stops, before looking away, “by some fucking judge.” Baelon’s voice cracked but he manages to get it out. “Language.” You chastise softly. “Was he about to say Viserys? I haven’t exactly been talking about him when I mention Daenerys and Rhaegar…but he shouldn’t know…” You think to yourself before putting it on the back burner for now. “But I understand. I’ll tell Jennifer to go through with it. You might need to speak up in court, y’know expressing what you feel, but if you’re not okay with that, then I’m sure Jennifer can try to drag out custody until you turn eighteen.” You responded. “I’ll do it. I want him to hear everything I have to say as his son.” Baelon says, hands swiping at his tears, like he’s five again. “You’re my son. Even if half of you is him, you are so much more. You’re greater than the sum of your parents.” You affirm standing and pulling Baelon into a hug. You feel his shoulders heave as he sobs into your chest, his hands fisting at your shirt. Rhael still babbles, slapping the table, before he farts and scares himself. “Eww Rhael.” You say pinching your nose. “God Dad what are you feeding him?” Baelon spoke with a chortle, before covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve. 

“Hey! Just breast milk, my god.” You gag, as Rhael’s laughter grounds you and Baelon in this moment. “God I think I gotta change him.” You wince as you pick Rhael up. “Don’t eat any more, save some room. I’ll call your school now.” You ruffle Baelon’s hair as you go to get rid of the offending odor. You head back upstairs, changing Rhael’s diaper, and calling the school to let them know Baelon wouldn’t be in today. It’s such a complex feeling really. On one hand you’re elated Baelon is on your side and hates Jaime just as much as you. On the other, you can’t help but feel bad about it, even though it is all Jaime’s fault. 

                              7:25am

You: Baelon doesn’t want to see you. Now or ever he said. Just give him space and he might cool down enough to reach out to you.  Read: 7:27am

Jaime: No. Not good enough. I don’t want to enforce the custody arrangement, but you’re not giving me a choice.  Read 7:29am

You: You’ve already done a bang up job at stretching out the divorce, so not shocking you’d want to head right back in. Expect official documents from my lawyer. Read: 7:30am

You turn off notifications for Jaime’s texts, anything else he wants to say to you, he can say to your lawyer. “Alright stinky, let’s head back down, I think we’ve kept auntie waiting long enough.” You tickle Rhael’s tummy again, letting him try to grasp your fingers with his chubby hands.

You pick Rhael up, grabbing his go bag on your way out. “Come on Baelon, I’ll be waiting in the car.” You project, heading out. “Wait for me!” Baelon shouts running after you. He catches up as you’re strapping Rhael in to his seat. “Alright you’re snug aren’t you.” You giggle, leaning down to bump your nose against his. “Dad.” Baelon gripes, before leaning towards you. “Come here.” You murmur, scenting your oldest. “Now get in.” You say as you walk to the driver side. Baelon hops in, putting on his seatbelt. “Where are we going?” Baelon asks, playing on his phone. “Some breakfast place she found.” You respond, clicking the location Daenerys sent you. “Should be good, you’ll be able to pick something, I looked at the menu earlier.” You say with a smile. You start the car, and turn on the radio, pulling out of your driveway. 

“On today’s news, what’s new for Jaime Westerling now that he’s-“

You immediately change the radio station, having to scroll through a few since they all seem to be doing a highlights reel of your divorce. You end up turning the radio off. 

“They must be desperate for news if they’re still talking about my divorce, huh?” You laugh nervously. “Uh-“ Baelon starts, before biting his tongue and looking away. “Got something on your mind champ?” You ask softly. Your body betrays your voice, if the bulging veins on your hand from your grip force on the steering wheel was anything to go off of. “You don’t…” Baelon stops, instead placing his hand on yours. “You can’t keep me in suspense like this.” You joke, rubbing the back of his hand. “If you really don’t want to share what you’re thinking about it’s fine, I just want you to know I’m here for you.” You say lovingly. “No-“ Baelon sighs, “dad-“, you can hear him grinding his teeth in frustration, “I know.” Baelon says with heavy, crushing, finality. “I know who Jaime cheated on you with.” He whispers. “He really does know…” You muse sadly. You feel his words settle in your chest like lead, falling like tungsten, crushing your lungs like a hydraulic press. “I know why you won’t- or can’t, tell me.” He says shaking ever so slightly. The silence feels suffocating for you, so you know Baelon must feel even worse. “How…?” You ask quietly. “My friends saw it on TikTok. They sent them to me, but anytime I clicked on them, it’d never load.” He reveals. You had blocked your name and Jaime’s on your Internet so nothing would show up on Baelon’s phone. “So I had them show me at school.” He elucidates. You take a deep shuddering breath, your other hand going to wipe away your tears. “Yeah?” Your voice cracks. 

You bite your lip, before shakily exhaling again. “I wanted to tell you…” you admit, “but my lawyers advised against it.” You say softly, wistfully. “Said that it could be seen as parental alienation.” You revealed. “I didn’t want to risk not having custody of you.” You say trembling. “You were sixteen…” your voice hardens, something fierce and unmistakeable. Your son’s youth had been tainted by this, by something you never wanted known. “I wasn’t sure if the judge would care about what you wanted.” You say exhaling. “It was bad enough what he had done to Rhael.” You say angrily. “I didn’t know what he’d do to you…” you say fearfully. “I don’t believe he’d physically hurt you, but that he and Viserys might try to turn you against me.” You reveal. “I know you did it to protect me.” Baelon says confidently. “And they would’ve never been able to turn me against you, Dad.” He says leaning to rest his head against your shoulder. “Thank you Baelon.” You whisper, nuzzling your cheek against the crown of head. “God, can you pass me a tissue? I don’t need Dany seeing me like this.” You chortle. “She already strongly dislikes our brother, I can’t imagine how’d she feel if she saw me still crying over it.” You laugh, taking the tissue Baelon offers. 

You wipe away your tears, even blowing your nose. You lower the window hoping the cold air can make your eyes less red. Before you even realize it you’re at the spot Daenerys said she’d meet you at. You all pile out, and before you can do it yourself, Baelon already has the stroller out. “Thank you.” You chirp, strapping Rhael in. Once he’s secure the three of you head inside. “Good afternoon sir, for three?” The host asks. “We’re actually meeting someone, her name is Daenerys.” You correct, before looking around to see if you can spot her. “Ah yes, Daenerys. She mentioned she was waiting on one guest, not three.” The host replies with an edge to his words. “Well things change. So either move her to a bigger table, or pull up an extra chair and a high chair I don’t really care either way.” You raise an eyebrow. “I meant no offense.” The host says nervously. “None was taken, now if you could do as I asked.” You spoke with a polite smile, but it barely hid the venom in your words. “Of course. Right this way.” The host sheepishly says, leading the three of you to Daenerys’  section. 

“Auntie!” Baelon says running up and hugging the omega. “You’ve grown Baelon.” She says cupping his face. Her eyes study him like she’s looking for a sight of malcontentedness with how things have gone. “Are you eating? Sleeping?” She asks tilting his head around to really get a good look. “Yeah,” he giggles, “auntie. Maybe just a bit tired.” He yawns. “Well if you wouldn’t stay up so late playing video games maybe you wouldn’t be so tired.” You tease, approaching with Rhael. “Ah, (Y/n)!” Daenerys gleefully says. She pulls you into an embrace that feels like home and another apology. Another in the long list she’s given you for your sibling. “How have you been?” She probes, looking over your face much like she did Baelon. “Oh,” you breathily sigh, “you know. The usual.” You laugh off her question. “Any recent nightmares?” She leans in asking making sure Baelon doesn’t hear her. “Had one this morning…” you shamefully admit. “But hey, six days without, this week.” You try to sound proud. “That’s progress.” Daenerys whispers. “And how’s my little munchkin?” She asks excitedly tickling Rhael’s feet. Rhael babbles and laughs, in between making grabby hands at his aunt. 

The three of you catch up while Rhael looks like he’s trying to climb atop Daenerys’ head. “Go ahead and order as much as you like.” You say quickly, beating Daenerys to the punch. “That’s not fair (Y/n), I invited you here.” She laughs. “Maybe it isn’t, but I’ve brought extra guests, so allow me.” You say gingerly. Daenerys gives you a soft smile. She doesn’t say it, they look so much like you and Jaime, but Baelon takes after you, and she can only pray Rhael follows suit. She thanks god tirelessly each day, that your children look more Targaryen, than they do Westerling. “You wanna do bottomless mimosas?” Daenerys asks with a glint in her eyes. “Oh I shouldn’t. You go ahead, I can get you an Uber if you didn’t bring your driver.” You playfully say. “My driver is here, he’s just having a meal in private.” Daenerys reveals. “Then have a few.” You retort with a laugh. “I’ll just stick to coffee.” You add. “Well since you’re offering.” Daenerys acquiesces. “Baelon you know what you’re getting?” You ask. “Yeah dad, I think I want a hot chocolate.” Baelon says happily. “What about food?” You probe with a smile. “I think eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns.” Baelon chirps. “Good choice.” You ruffle his hair. “What about you Dany?” You turn to her. “I think I’m ready too.” She says closing the menu. The waitress strolls on by, paper pad and pen in hand. “You guys ready to order?” She asks cheerfully. 

She jots down each drink and order, before excusing herself to put them in. You all make small talk, Baelon gushing about his last game, his excitement for the next one, you and Daenerys remarking on how good he’s gotten, and Rhael babbling away when he’s not being paid attention to for longer than a few seconds. The waitress comes back with the drinks in hand, Daenerys gets her bottomless mimosas, Baelon his hot chocolate, you your coffee, and Rhael gets a bottle of your breast milk, pre pumped. You place a little towel over your shoulder as you burp him. “So (Y/n)…” Daenerys starts, with another sip of her drink, as if she needed the courage, “have you heard anything at all from…” you can see her jaw tighten, “him? Or our brother?” She asks angrily. You nearly drop your cup, coffee sloshing slightly on the table. “Wow, that’s one way to get into things.” You laugh off her bluntness. You know it comes from a loving, albeit tactless, place. “Viserys blew up my phone relentlessly in the days that followed. I texted him back once telling him he’s dead to me.” You icily speak. “Then mom and dad started bombarding me.” You shake your head. “When I picked up, they started berating me. Me.” You bitterly laugh. “As if I had betrayed him.” You seethe. “They told me I needed to apologize for being so cruel, when he made a mistake.”  You say with disbelief. 

“Me, personally?” You move your hand to your chest, “I think a mistake would be more like accidentally slipping a red sock in with your whites.” You fume. “You give someone caffeinated coffee when they ask for decaf. Not continually slee-“ you pause, looking to Baelon, even if he seems entranced by his hot chocolate you know better. “Not continually wrecking your brother’s home.” Your hand tightens around your cup. “I told them to stay out of it or they’d regret it.” You lean back crossing your arms. “But they still think they can steamroll me, so they didn’t let up.” You laugh. “Days on end showing up to my house. They tried ambushing Baelon at his school.” You say angrily. “I actually had the administration call the police to escort them off property and tell them to leave me alone.” You say with a smirk. “Then I sent them a text telling them that since they clearly love him more, that they were just as dead to me as he was, and that they’d never see their grandchildren again.” You say proudly. “I blocked their numbers and got a restraining order after the fact.” You add. “Viserys doesn’t know how to take a hint, but he hasn’t done anything I can get a restraining order on him for.” You shake your head, your voice laced with disappointment. “The only real joy I have is that in our custody agreement Viserys isn’t allowed to be near Baelon, or even in their home when he visits Jaime.” You say with a smug smile.

“That’s good (Y/n), I’m glad.” She smirks before her lips fall into a frown. “I feel like Rhaegar and I should’ve seen the signs…Viserys had always been jealous of you, I just never thought he’d do something so heinous.” You can feel the disappointment in her voice. “Yeah. Neither did I. I thought I was being narcissistic thinking he was jealous, but clearly I wasn’t.” You respond with a wry laugh. “Have you heard from Rhaegar? Or spoken to him recently? He’s always asking about you.” She asks softly. “I have. I think Baelon actually games with him.” You look to your son. “Oh yeah. All the time, I love uncle Rhaegar.” Baelon chirps. “He has his own kids to worry about, and he lives really far so I understand, but he does check in.” You assure her, stirring your coffee absentmindedly. “Y’know I always thought our parents liked Viserys more.” Daenerys says softy, swirling her mimosa. “Same. We’d get in trouble for the littlest things, but he could set the kitchen on fire and there wouldn’t even bat an eye. They’ve always been more heavy handed with punishing us.” You say wistfully. “Yeah…they always have been, huh?” Daenerys agrees. “Yeah, they even chose him in the bitter end, but at least they’re consistent?” You chortle. “They put all their eggs in that basket, so I hope Viserys takes care of them when they’re old and frail.” Daenerys chortles.“They’re together now. Viserys and Jaime. Our brother. My ex-husband.” You blurt out. You watch her nearly spit her drink. “No! Shut up.” She says incredulous. “It’s true.” You assert. “I didn’t know that. It’s crazy how shameless some people are.” You can hear her muted fury. “I haven’t spoken to him since I slapped him in court.” She sets her glass down, a smirk tugging at her lips. 

Daenerys wasn’t one for violence. But sitting in court, watching the way Viserys blatantly celebrated the divorce, watching him and Jaime be lovey-dovey all over each other, she wasn’t her self. The slap was earned. And she had no regrets. “Neither have I, except for the random text asking for money, or a favor.”You say with a laugh, rolling your eyes. “I can’t even count with my fingers and toes how many times I’ve told Viserys to leave me alone.” Baelon says quietly. “Yeah that sounds about right.” Daenerys sighs before shaking her head. “I’ll have a lawyer send a cease and desist on your behalf Baelon, but you can block him, y’know?” You smile softly. “I will. Thanks dad.” Baelon beams. “You should also tell uncle Rhaegar. If Viserys listens to anything anyone says or threatens it’s Rhaegar.” Daenerys adds. “Yeah, we could do both?” You suggest. “Send the formal and informal excommunication.” You giggle. “I think that’s a good idea.” Baelon smiles softly. 

“How has Jaime been handling you ignoring him?” Daenerys asks gently. “It doesn’t bother me, I just delete them when I get them, but I think it’s hard on my dad.” Baelon answers, in between sips of his hot chocolate. “Yeah, not good. He threatened to take me back to court, like we haven’t already been through enough of the legal process, so I just told him to expect a letter from my lawyer.” You say candidly. Daenerys shakes her head in disgust. “I’m sorry (Y/n).” She says empathetically. “I appreciate that Dany, but don’t worry about it.” You put your hand on hers. “We can’t let him keep spoiling our days, so let’s eat?” You suggest already grabbing your fork and knife. “Yeah this looks good.” Baelon says nearly drooling. Daenerys hums in agreement as she picks up her utensils. The table is lively with all sorts of small talk. Baelon goes on about what he wants to do when he graduates, which schools he wants to go to. All while you listen, and try to be as present as you possibly can, even as you cut up eggs, pancakes, and some strawberries for Rhael to snack on. “He’s gotten so big already.” Daenerys comments happily, watching as Rhael tries to figure out how his fingers work. 

“I know right?” You say proudly, pinching his cheek as he babbles and squeals in delight. “Oh!” You say chipper. “You had something to tell me right?” You ask. “Mm! I did.” Daenerys says, swallowing, and patting her lip with a napkin. “Jon and I just closed on a home.” Daenerys beams. “Oh my god, that’s huge! Congrats Dany!” You nearly shriek. “Thank you, thank you.” Daenerys faux bows as the words leave her mouth. “So I’m throwing a house warming party. You and your boys are officially invited.” She adds gleefully. “Thanks for the invite Dany, we’ll be there.” You say with a smile. “Oh send me your housewarming wish list.” You add. “Nope. Not happening you’ve been through a lot this year I’m not expecting you to bring a gift.” Daenerys immediately refuses. “Then I’ll just bring a check.” You laugh. “Viserys doesn’t know, right? He won’t be there?” You ask softly eyes still trained on your empty plate. “He’s not invited, and this state is open carry, sooooo…” Daenerys trials off, before you both break into laughter. “Okay good, then you can expect us.” You smile softly. 

The brunch goes smoothly after, no jarring comments or questions. Rhael babbles and gurgles as he tastes syrup and pancake for the first time. “Can I get you guys anything else for today?” The waitress asked. “No, just the check please.” You respond. “Will do, I’ll be right back.” She says happily, before walking away. “Aww, did my little man get syrup all over his face?” You coo, wiping away the mess Rhael made all over his face, booping his nose as he giggles. When you turn to Baelon he’s just a tad messy, but nothing like how Rhael was. “Did my other little man make a mess too?” You chirp, wiping away the grease on his chin from his bacon. “Dad!” Baelon says embarrassed. “Oh don’t be like that. You’ll always be my baby.” You say pinching his cheek. “Thanks dad.” He mumbles, even as his cheeks flush red and looks away. “Here’s the check.” The waitress returns with a smile. “Ah, great thank you. Here’s my card.” You quickly get out, putting your card into her hand before Daenerys can get hers out. “Thank you, sir.” The waitress chirps before running your card and returning with a receipt. “Here you go sir, no rush. Have a great day!” She says cheerfully, before tending to her other tables. You quickly scribble a signature and leave a hefty tip, before readying Rhael’s stroller. “So just to really seal your RSVP, you’ll for sure be there?” Daenerys asks excitedly. “Yeah, you can.” You smile warmly. “What should I bring?” You ask her. “I’ll text you the details.” She says waving you off. You put Rhael in the stroller before walking out and heading to your car. You strap your youngest into his car seat while Baelon puts the stroller in the trunk. 

“Soooo Baelon how do you wanna spend today?” You ask leaning against the steering wheel. “Uh-“ Baelon puts a hand over his mouth, his eyebrows scrunch up like he’s deep in thought, “I can pick anything?” He asks unsure. “Yeah. Anything.” You say with a smile. “Then can we go to the arcade?” He beams. “Yeah bud, we can. You got anything else you wanna hit?” You ask. “Uhm not really?” Baelon responds. “What about going to get you some new soccer gear?” You offer up. “WAIT REALLY?” Baelon shouts. “Ababagaba!” Rhael mumbles, trying to mimic his older brother. “Rhae’.” Baelon shyly says. “Yeah of course. You said you wanted new cleats, shin guards…what else?” You probe not remembering if anything was missing. “I also need a new ball! Maybe some agility cones and a ladder.” Baelon suggests. “Let’s get it all.” You say leaning in. “Thankyou thankyou thankyou!” Baelon giddily says, pulling you in for a hug and rubbing his cheek against yours. You immediately hit the gas, driving Baelon to the arcade. You let him run wild, having free reign with unlimited tokens, as you enjoy a slice of pizza, and jump at the opportunity to play a few rounds with him, as Rhael sat on your hip. You keep checking in making sure he’s having fun, before you drive the two of you to the nearest sporting goods place. You man the cart while Baelon proudly pushes Rhael’s stroller. Every now and then he’ll break away when he sees something he likes and tosses it into the cart. You splash out on everything he could possibly need, not caring of what the price says or how much it all totals out to. 

“Dad are you sure?” Baelon asks, eyeing the total on the register. “You need and want all this, right?” You ask holding your card. “Yeah…but-“”No buts. You deserve this.” You rebuffed, placing a finger over his lips, and handing over your card to be charged. The cashier hands you the receipt, prompting you and Baelon to head on out. This time you push Rhael’s stroller while Baelon handles the cart. “I hope this all fits.” Baelon mumbles. “It should, we have enough space in the trunk.” You say, clicking your key fob to open it up. Baelon puts all the bags in, before you go and organize them so the stroller fits neatly beside it all. “We still have a few hours left in the day what do you wanna do?” You excitedly ask. “Wanna get dinner? Or maybe a snack?” Baelon says jumping in his seat. “Sure. Where to?” You probe. “Can we go to this restaurant?” Baelon pleads, showing you the place on his phone, while he types the address into your GPS. “Yeah of course.” You chirp, shifting into drive and pulling off without hesitation. When you park, you get out, and unstrap Rhael from his car seat. You whistled at how the place screamed opulence and wealth. 

“This place is fancy, huh?” You ask in awe. “Yeah. My friends at school have been going on and on about how good the food is here…” Baelon says fondly. “I’ve been wanting to go here for a while.” He adds softly. “Let’s not wait a moment longer.” You respond, patting Baelon on the back, and starting your stride inside. The hostess seats you and your children immediately, even bringing a high chair without asking. She places a pair of menus on the table, before taking her leave, as you put Rhael in the high chair. “This all looks good Baelon.” You say hungrily. “I know right?” Baelon chirps. “Order as much as you want. Let’s sample everything.” You say happily. Baelon excitedly nods, ready to order as the waiter finally comes by. He takes your drink and food orders, then leaves the three of you to your evening. You let Baelon catch you up on everything, from his friend group drama, to how soccer has been, how his coach is treating him, everything. You left no stone unturned, and made sure to commit it all to memory. Once the food came, the conversation didn’t stop, with Baelon excitedly going on about his upcoming games, the school events, even slipping up and mentioning a crush he has. He caught himself before revealing too much, but you got just enough to know you have to give him the birds and the bees talk. Probably a little too late since he’s already seventeen, and the school has already put him through health class, but hey, you have to make sure he’s smart and protects himself. 

Once You, Baelon, and even little Rhael have had your fills, you pay your check, leave a nice tip, and head back to the car. “Did you have fun today kiddo?” You ask softly. “Tons dad. Thanks I really…” he sighs contentedly, “I really missed you.” He says softly. “I’m sorry Baelon. I’m here now, and I’m gonna stay here.” You responded ruffling his hair. “What do you wanna do now?” You ask him. “I don’t know dad, today has kinda already been perfect.” Baelon says stretching. “I think I’m ready to go home.” He says with a giggle. “Alright then, let’s go home.” You respond with a smile. You take the scenic route home, clicking the button that opens and closes the gates to your estate. The car crawls to a stop as you pull up in front of your sprawling home. You peek in the rear view mirror and see Rhael drooling over himself, asleep. “Dad don’t worry about the bags I can take care of them, get Rhael to bed.” Baelon says, stifling a yawn. You smile, cupping his cheek. “Why don’t we leave it for tomorrow? You seem like you’re just as tired.” You chortle. “You sure, dad?” Baelon yawns again. “Yeah let’s go in.” You unbuckle the both of you with a quiet smile.

Baelon heads inside first, stretching his arms as he yawns. You go in after, cradling Rhael as you climb up the stairs, scenting your little guy. You put him down in his crib on his stomach. You watch him making sure he isn’t going to wake, before turning on the baby monitor and leaving silently. You hear the shower turn on in the bathroom, soon after you hear Baelon singing his favorite songs. You smile to yourself, before going to your room, and showering too. When you’re done you change into your soft PJs and get in bed. You’re firing off texts to your manager and agent, getting ready to start a comeback. You stopped modeling when you got pregnant, and although you don’t need the money, you could put the extra to Baelon and Rhael’s college fund. Baelon knocks timidly at your door, you lock your phone and put it down beside you. “Hey bud. What’s up?” You ask softly. “Can I hang out in here with you?” He asks softly, he’s unconsciously shifting his weight between his feet. “Of course you can.” You say warmly. Baelon smiles brightly before walking over and getting into bed with you. He snuggles in, close resting his head against your bicep, before pulling out his phone and scrolling through Twitter. 

It’s a quiet comfortable silence, as you respond to texts, and read over contracts. Occasionally, you lean down and rub your cheek against the crown of Baelon’s head. Your chest rumbles, as you start purring. Baelon’s eyes widen, his eyes quickly flick upwards to you, before dropping down. He can’t even remember the last time he heard that sound. Even when you would first hold and cradle Rhael you couldn’t produce that sound. You had to use a white noise machine to simulate the sound. He starts crooning in response, content and happy. He feels safe in a way he hasn’t since you kicked Jaime out. Loved in the way he’s always known before Jaime broke your heart. He opens his crush’s page, scrolling through the photos he’s posted. He can feel his face getting warm, as blush spreads across his cheeks.  “And who’s that?” You say with a raised eyebrow. “No one!” Baelon blurts out, burying his face into your side. “Didn’t seem like no one. Why are you blushing, huh?” You tease tickling him. “A boy from my…” he hesitates, you know he’s panicking, “bio class!” He adds quickly, like he’s found an out. “We have a project we’re working on. I was just gonna send him a message.” He quickly makes up. 

“Call me crazy, but it feels like you’re not being truthful.” You say with playful suspicion. “You can share anything with me you know that right?” You add softly. “I do.” Baelon responds gingerly. “It just…” he pauses, his eyes flitting about like he’s looking for the right words. “It just what baby?” You prompt him to continue. His eyes meet yours, like he’s searching for something. “It feels wrong…like I’m betraying you.” He reveals. “Baelon, you’re not betraying me by having a crush on someone.” You smile softly. “It’s a part of life. You’re gonna have tons of crushes and maybe one of them will be the one that makes you know it was all worth it, if it doesn’t work out with that boy.” You say encouragingly. “Yeah but what if…” he bites his lip. “What?” You probe softly. “What if he does to me what Jaime did to you? Or what if I do to him what Jaime did to you?” Baelon asks softly, wincing as the words leave his mouth. Your eyes widen, your face breaks, before you quickly force a smile, and exhale. “I won’t lie to you Baelon.” You say cupping his cheek. “It’s a possibility.” You sadly reveal. “I wish I could tell you it’ll never happen to you, but the truth is, it’s a non-zero chance of it happening. Even if the odds are super low, it’s not zero.” You elaborate. “That’s part of loving someone. It’s trusting them to love you, to honor you, to not betray you, and you do the same for them.” You wistfully expound. 

Baelon nods, but you can see the lingering fear in his eyes. You offer him a smile, before pulling him in closer. “It’s just so…” he pauses, you can feel his face scrunching up, “scary.” His voice trembles. “I know baby.” You whisper. “It’s always scary trusting someone with your heart. Trusting someone with the deepest parts of yourselves that others might’ve never seen.” You admit. “But that’s how it is.” You say warmly. “That’s a part of love. Of life. To love someone is to be seen, known, and maybe even understood.” You speak with a softness dipped in melancholy. “You can’t really, truly, love someone if you’re keeping parts of yourself from them.” You murmur. “So it’s okay to feel like this?” Baelon asks softly. “It’s more than okay. It’s human, it’s in our nature. What you’re feeling right now, is what everyone else has felt at one point or another.” You respond strongly. “Even me.” You say with a deep, heavy, aching sigh. “What if I pick the wrong person?” Baelon probes. “Sometimes that’ll happen. Sometimes you’ll think you’ve chosen the right one, the picture perfect person you’ve always imagined.” You say with a bitter chuckle. “But sometimes you’re wrong.” You shrug like it’s just another truth we have to live with, and it is. “You just have to pick up the pieces, or tell someone, so they can pick up the pieces that feel too heavy.” You say softly. 

“Someone like you? Or my friends?” Baelon asks. “Yeah exactly. No matter how old you think you are, no matter how much of an alpha you think you are, you’re my baby, and I’ll always have time for you. I’ll always be there to help pick up the pieces.” You warmly smile, kissing his forehead. “Can I be that for you?” You can hear the hope in his voice. “Someday, yeah, maybe. But not now.” You say with a lingering finality. “You’re so young still, and I’m your father. You’re not meant to help me like that, until you’re much, much, older.” You giggle, it feels more warm, affectionate, than amusement. “I wanna help you now though.” Baelon protests. “I know honey. And that makes me so happy. You’re such a kind, caring, loving boy,” you whisper, forehead pressed to his. “I’ve never been prouder.” You smile against his forehead. “But I can’t do that to you. I can’t put my adult problems into your teenage hands.” You softly spoke. “Not yet at least. Maybe when you’re 30, we can revisit that since you’ll have experienced more of life.” You wager. “So I just have to wait?” His disappointment seeps into his words. “Yeah, you just live. And let me carry the heavy stuff until then.” You play with his hair. “Why?” Baelon’s voice sounds pained, like he can’t understand why you’re placing these walls he can’t get by. “Because it would be harmful to you. I’m an adult, I’m your parent, I can’t expect that of you, and I won’t force you into a position in life you’re not ready for.” You elaborate. 

“It’s not fair.” Baelon protests. “I know.” You admit. “I know it isn’t. But it’s the way things have to be for now. You’ll understand soon. When Rhael is older, or when you have kids, and they ask why you’re sad, and you can’t answer truthfully, so you tell a white lie, or dance around it.” You speak from years of experience. Baelon nods, like he’s slowly getting it, even if albeit reluctantly. “If I tell you about my crush will you tell me about yours?” Baelon softly asks. Your eyes widen before your eyebrows furrow. “I don’t have a crush on anyone right now, Baelon.” You say with amusement. Baelon shifts just enough to shoot you a deadpan look. “You can’t hide it from me, I know how close you and Robb have gotten over the last few months.” Baelon deadpans. “Robb is just a friend! He’s my best friend!” You try to protest, but your nervous laughter gives you away. “The way you stare at him…” Baelon’s lips curl into a small smile, “is the way you use to look at Jaime. It’s the way I think I look at my crush.” Baelon reveals, even as his voice shakes, and his face turns bright red. “And I’m not, like, twelve anymore. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, when he thinks you’re not looking at him.” Baelon says half annoyed, half entertained. “And how does he look at me?” You giggle, playing along with Baelon’s line of questioning. “Like you’re everything. Like you’re his whole world.” Baelon says quietly. 

Your smile betrays you hearing about Robb’s slip ups. “See!” Baelon laughs, eyes widening as he catches your reaction. “Alright!” You chortle. “Alright, you go first, then I’ll go.” You offer up. “Okay.” Baelon whispers. He grabs his phone, going back to the boy’s profile. “Brandon?” You tease, studying his face for any flicker of how he feels. “Yeah.” Baelon mutters, looking away. “He’s kinda cute, you guys would look so adorable together.” You coo. “Daaad! Shut up!” Baelon says embarrassed. “Why haven’t you invited him over? Do you wanna take him on a date?” You inquire. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” Baelon responds. “I wanted to take him on a date though. Still do.” He admits. “You should.” You push. “I’ll let you borrow the car, and you can use your credit card.” You offer up. You ruffle his hair, thinking for a second. “If you come back and my car doesn’t have a single scratch, we can talk about getting you your own.” You say giddily. “Really?!” Baelon blurts out. His eyes are shining, a mixture of being convinced, and like he doesn’t believe it yet. “Of course! When have I lied to you?” You reply. “Oh look!” Baelon says excitedly, swiping through his apps, and opening up his photo album. “I took this yesterday.” He says flipping his phone to you. It’s a picture of him and Brandon. Baelon’s arm is around Brandon’s waist, Brandon’s around his shoulder, they look comfortable, close. You can see Brandon feels the same way about Baelon. Call it a father’s intuition, or anything else, but you can just tell. “You should ask him out tomorrow, and take him on a date Friday.” You say excitedly. “What if he says no?” Baelon timidly asks. “He might. But I don’t think he will. You just have to trust your gut.” You say happily. 

“Okay.” Baelon whispers. “I’ll ask him tomorrow.” He says confidently. “Great, I believe in you.” You coo. “You should get him a plushie, or something soft, something you can scent to let him know you’re interested when you ask him out.” You suggest. “Ooo! I hadn’t thought of that.” Baelon says, hand on his chin. “Can we go to Build-A-Bear or something tomorrow before school?” He probes excitedly. “Of course we can!” You affirm. The two of you settle back into quiet comfort. You think you’ve successfully gotten him fixated on something else. You had been seeing Robb in some capacity. Having late night hook ups, either here at your home, or at his. You didn’t start to catch feelings for him until your divorce was final. It happened suddenly. You were having a sip of wine in his home, you were buzzed but you thought you were in control. Then the light hit him in a way you hadn’t seen before, his pheromones had changed. Or maybe you had? They made you feel safer, and a little light headed. When he turned to you, you leaned in and kissed him without thinking. 

“(Y/n) you’re drunk.” Robb said strained, as he gently pushed you back. “M’not.” You say flirtily. “Then it’s the stress of your divorce being finalized.” Robb immediately rebuffed. You got up, getting closer as he back up, and fell on to the couch. One hand went to the plush couch, steadying yourself as you straddled him. “Do you not want this?” You whispered against his neck. You could feel his excitement growing underneath you. “No, (Y/n) I want this more than anything.” Robb reveals. “It’s just I-“ Robb bites his fist, muffling a groan, “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” He says breathily. “I don’t think we’d ruin our friendship.” You huskily say, grinding down on him. “I think we’d just be blurring the lines.” You whimper, your scent getting sweeter. Robb had kept his hands firmly underneath him, but they slowly found their way to your hips. “You won’t regret this?” His voice trembles, dripping with need. “Never. Not if it’s with you.” You say leaning into kiss him again. 

The rest of the night was amazing, better than anything you had done on your own, by yourself. The morning after you and Robb had a more serious conversation. He wanted something more, something real, something permanent. You did too, but it was too soon, you were too raw, too broken up. You had to focus on getting through this, getting Baelon into therapy, making sure you and your sons would get through this stronger, better for it. You suggested a compromise, friends with benefits for now, with the intention of becoming more serious in the future. Robb wasn’t entirely thrilled, but he accepted. As long as the end goal was ending up together, as more than friends, as a mated pair, he was all in. It seems like that conversation was only yesterday, and yet it’s already been a year. “Hey wait!” Baelon shouts, jerking upwards in bed. “Your turn.” He says sternly. “What’s going on with you and Robb?” Baelon firmly asks. 

You sigh deeply. “You really are my son.” You ruffle his hair. “When you’d get so perceptive?” You teasingly ask. “Robb and I are, I guess, seeing each other in a sense.” You whisper. “We met in college, we were roommates, and we became best friends.” You say with a smile. “I think he’s had a crush on me since then, but didn’t say anything.” You assume. “But then I met Jaime, and I guess he thought he was too late.” Your smile falters. “He would’ve been there for both your birth and Rhael’s, but ironically, Jaime never trusted him, and thought I’d cheat on him with Robb.” You laughed with disbelief. “It didn’t start until the divorce was final. You and Rhael were spending the night at Dany’s, and Robb had asked if I wanted to hang out, for old time’s sake.” You recount. “I started seeing him differently. I can’t explain it. He seemed brighter. Once I got my claim mark removed, his pheromones were like a breath of fresh air.” You yearn. “One thing lead to another, and we talked about the elephant in the room.” You leave out parts your son doesn’t need to hear. “We’re taking it slow, but I think I want it to be more than what it is right now.” You say softly. “So he’s gonna be my stepdad soon?” Baelon asks trying to hide his excitement. You can feel warmth blossom within you, it’s muddied by fear and worry. “Maybe, but you don’t have to call him that if you’re uncomfortable with it.” You quickly assure him. “And if you and Rhael don’t like him then I’ll stop talking to him.” You add. 

“No, no! It’s okay dad.” Baelon readily affirms. “The few times Robb came for my birthdays he was always super nice to me.” Baelon recounts. “And he was always ready to help you with whatever you needed.” Baelon says softly. “You should let him court you openly.” Baelon’s eyes shine at the thought of someone else loving you out loud and proud. “I know but I don’t want Jaime butting in or saying anything.” You roll your eyes. “Fuck Jaime.” Baelon says harshly. “Language, Baelon.” You firmly say, stifling a giggle. “Sorry.” He says sheepishly. “But it’s true! He didn’t care enough to choose a different mate did he?” Baelon asks, before his eyes widen. He deflates as he realizes what he’s said. You feel like a dagger’s been lodged in your chest. You know for a fact Baelon didn’t mean it disrespectfully, but it doesn’t hurt any less. “I know Baelon.” You whisper. “I just…I want you to be happy dad.” Baelon softly says, resting his head against your bicep again. “Thank you Baelon. If you’re okay with it, then that’s all the approval I need.” You say with a smile. The minutes drip and trickle into hours, before you know it Baelon has turned around and fallen asleep facing away from you. 

Your phone buzzes. When you look at your screen it’s a text from Robb. 

                            11:53pm

Robb: Hey babe, are you up?  Read: 11:53pm 

You: Hey love, yeah I’m still up.  Read: 11:53pm

Rob: Can I come over? I’ve had a really long day. No pressure but, I would like to see you.  Read: 11:55pm 

You: Yeah, of course. Come on over.

You: I have some news that might make your day much, much better. Read: 11:56pm

Robb: Thanks darlin’, I’ll be over in a few minutes. 

Robb: Can’t wait to hear what the news is.  Read: 11:57pm

You lock your phone, before slowly getting out of bed. You scent a pillow before placing it by Baelon’s head. You grab the baby monitor and your phone, before tiptoeing out of your room, softly closing the door. You head downstairs, getting a bottle of wine and other drinks ready. You make a few snacks, when your phone buzzes again. You smirk at the notification, before heading to the main door, and letting Robb in. “Hey (Y/n).” Robb says with a loving smile. He leans in to kiss you on your cheek, before scenting you. “Hey babe.” You respond, kissing him on his lips, before reciprocating his scenting. You take his hand, leading him to the kitchen. “Help yourself. Grab a drink and a plate.” You say softly. He nods, grabbing a bottle of wine, and a plate. “Follow me.” You whisper. You lead him to a room furthest from where your children are sleeping. You flick the lights on, before setting down everything you’re carrying on to the coffee table. 

He sits in one of the recliners, while you sit in the one next to him. “So what’s on your mind?” You ask softly. He takes a sip of his tea. “God today was rough.” He mumbles leaning over. “Clients are a pain in my ass. My landlord went into my home without notice- illegal by the way- and made some ‘repairs’.” Robb groans. “They  were completely unnecessary, and that dickhead took photos of two scratches on the wall, that were, mind you, already there when I moved in.” Robb says exhausted, weary. “God that sounds fucking horrible.” You giggle. “I’m sorry Robb.” You coo, putting a hand on his. His thumb absentmindedly rubs the back of your hand. His eyes look to yours, before he gently tugs on your hand. You give him a half smirk, as you stand and walk over to him. He spreads his legs, but stops you before you drop to your knees. He leans forward hugging you tightly. “I missed you.” He whispers against your midriff. “I missed you too.” You whisper against his head, kissing his temple. His hands pull you closer, his scent blooms, pulling you in further. That aroma, the warm, loving, familiar scent makes you give in and straddle him. You bury your face in his neck. “Is this better?” You giggle, his beard tickles your skin. “So much better.” He whispers against your neck. 

Robb continues going on about his day, everything that had him stressed melts away with you in his lap. He feels brand new, refreshed, in your presence. “What did you want to tell me?” He murmurs, content to just be here. “You can court me.” You whisper. “Openly. Let everyone know I’m yours, and you’re mine.” You warmly add. He pulls back, eyes wide with surprise and unfettered glee. “Really?” His voice trembles with the restrained intensity of his joy. “Really.” You affirm, leaning in to kiss him deeply, passionately. “What made you change your mind?” He whispers, his head resting against yours. He’s all you can see, feel, smell. “I had a conversation with Baelon.” You say softly. “Seems like we weren’t as sneaky as I thought.” You giggle. “He said you look at me like I’m everything, your whole world. Is that true?” You tease, chortling as Robb turns bright red. “Maybe.” He looks away. Your finger hooks under his chin to make him look at you. “He said that I looked at you the way I used to look at Jaime before…” your scent sours slightly, “everything happened.” You bitterly remark. “We’re not inconspicuous at all, huh?” Robb laughs, kissing you deeply. “Nope not at all.” You breathily say against his lips. 

You don’t miss his desire growing, hardening like stone underneath you. “Is that your phone, or are you just happy to see me?” You huff a laugh, slowly grinding down, rolling your hips on his length. “Happy- beyond happy to see you.” He murmurs. His hands are drawn to your globes of plush flesh. He handles them with a firm grip, something that doesn’t bruise, but says mine. “Yeah?” You groan. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” Robb grunts. You lean in, warm breath ghosting his neck and sensitive scent glands. Your scent sweetens, thick with lust and want. “Prove it to me.” You challenge him. You feel him twitch and throb underneath you, like a live wire connected to a powder keg. Robb’s eyes darken, his blue hues warp with lust. His scent mixing with yours to create a heady aroma, that only bolsters his and your desire. Robb takes three of his fingers into his mouth, making sure they’re thoroughly wet with his saliva. They drift downwards, past the waist line of your pajama pants, and towards your tight hole. He groans feeling the slick already pooling, nearly dripping out of you. “You’re so tight.” He grunts slowly sliding his finger in and out of you. 

He sees the way you’re biting your lip, he leans in to kiss you, his tongue mapping your mouth once more to stifle your needy wanton sounds. His free hand moves the hem of your shirt to your mouth. “Try to keep quiet, hmm? The boys are sleeping.” He gruffly says, adding another finger. He watches with half lidded eyes as yours roll to the back of your head as his rough calloused digits rubs deliciously against your prostate. He doesn’t miss the way you try to push back on him as if he wasn’t already knuckle deep. “God you drive me crazy you know that?” He mutters into your ear, his tongue licking your lobe, before diving in. “Mmph!” You moan, bucking your hips forward. “I can feel this tight slutty hole fluttering around my fingers.” He laughs, as he pushes a third in. “Ngh!” You whine, trying to push back on his fingers to get them in deeper. “You’re so sexy, y’know that?” He asks, taking your nipple into his mouth. He sucks and laps at the sensitive bud, groaning as he feels your breast milk leak out and coat his tongue. It’s somehow even sweeter than your scent. Robb’s free hand slips into your pants, gripping your cock tightly. He slowly brought his hand up, thumbing at your slit, smearing your precum and coating his palm. His fingers kept thrusting into you, while his hand works your leaky cock. You whine and squeal as he bites down hard, pulling off to lick at the indents his teeth left. He doesn’t miss the way your hole seems to throb around his fingers, the way your body seems to tremble and twitch. He can already feel the way your cock twitches, your load messying his hand. His eyes trail down, a smirk stretching across his face as he spots a wet stain in the front of your pants. “Darling…” he says excitedly, his hand scooping more of your cum, and messily jerking you off, “cum already?” He leans in whispering against your neck. He licks strips up your neck, before leaving hickies and nibbling on your scent gland. 

Your shirt falls from your mouth as you pant trying to catch your breath, the bit that you were bitting on thoroughly soaked in saliva. “S’too much…” you quietly whine, leaning down, messily kissing Robb. “S’too good…” you groan against his soft lips. “Yeah?” Robb coos, capturing your lips again. Catching your bottom lip with his teeth, before trying to force his tongue down your throat. It’s like he’s trying to devour you, swallow you in your entirety, he pulls back sweat mixing as he rests his forehead against yours. “This’ll feel even better.” He mumbles against your lips. His hands fumble with the button on his pants. He forces them and his underwear down. His thick, heavy cock springs back, slapping against his abs leaving a smear of precum. He pulls his fingers out, making sure they’re coated in your slick before he lazily jerks himself off. The squelching noises sound so much louder in this room. “Hear that?” He asks, sucking in a breath through his teeth and jerking faster, the sound is obscene. “That’s what you do to me.” He gruffly says, you can feel his hips thrust upward, like his hand can’t keep up with him. 

“Got me making a mess in my pants like I’m a teen who doesn’t know how to use my own cock yet.” He shudders and groans feeling his peak coming. He reaches into his pocket with his least messy hand, and pulls out a condom with enough give for his knot. “Hmm and here I thought you just wanted to see me.” You giggle, wrapping your hand around his cock. “I did- mmmfuck…” Robb groans as your hand squeezes the blunt sensitive head of his dick. You love the way Robb loses himself with your slightest touch. The way he grunts, groans, whines, mewls, and moans all sound and taste sweet. Jaime can’t compare in the slightest. Robb slides your pants off, one leg at a time until your bottom half is naked. You line your cock up with his, his girth and size easily dwarf yours. With both hands you slowly pump both, squeezing when you reach his head, and relaxing as you move down to the base. One of your hands goes to your hole collecting slick, before you spit into the same hand. You wrap your hand around both of your throbbing lengths, and start jerking them off. Robb watches with lustful eyes, watching as your hand stutters, your body twitches, and your hole puckers before relaxing, as if calling out to him. 

Robb pulls your hand off, slowly licking your hand clean. Groaning as he savors the vulgar mix. Your taste bloomed across his tongue, rewiring his brain with the addictive mixture, your slick, your saliva, your precum, so intimately you, mixed in with everything his aching prick had leaked. “Can’t have any accidents yet can we?” He breathily laughs, his cock throbs as your hand retreats. He opens the condom with his teeth, before sliding it down his girthy cock. The band barely reaches the base of his prick, the material seems obscenely stretched out, like it could tear if he pounds into you the way you like it. The thought doesn’t scare you, if anything it excites you even more. Getting knocked up with Robb’s baby, giving Baelon and Rhael another sibling, has you on cloud nine. “Tell me how badly you want this alpha cock.” Robb teases, slapping his dick against your hole. He pushes your ass cheeks together, fucking into the crevice. “So, so, bad.” You whine, trying to push back when you feel it catch on your rim. It slides away from the slick, making you nearly cry. “I want it.” You pant. “I want your knot, I want your babies.” You groan, your hand going to fist your cock. 

You moan and writhe using your previous load as lube. Robbs eyes widen, he can’t tell if it’s just his head swimming in everything around him, or if you really said you want his babies. Either way it makes his dick even harder, throbbing with the promise of relief, with the promise of you carrying his children. “Please?” You whimper, licking a stripe up his neck, before biting around his Adam’s apple. “I’m gonna give you all of that. Everything you deserve.” He hisses as his cock finally breeches your tight wet warmth. “Ngh-! Angh!” You groan, hand stuttering as you jerk yourself off. Robb stops half way, eyeing the way your body trembles from him, from what he’s doing. Eyeing the way your hole seems to be stretched as far as it could, and yet he still had more to give. He can’t help himself but he’s torn. On one hand he wants to let you adjust, but on the other he wants to make the rest of his cock fit already. He knows you can handle it, his hands massage your thighs, before settling on your hips. The rough pads of his fingers rub soothing circles, trying to distract you. He thrusts up hard and quick, forcing the rest of himself inside you. “Fuck-!” You say choked, your balls pull up tight, before your cock throbs and paints Robb’s work shirt white. 

Robb moans in sympathy, grinding and lazily thrusting to ride out your high. He has to bite his fist to keep from cumming so early. He’s always prided himself on lasting much longer than his partners before he met you, but with you he just can’t help himself. It’s like he’s that insecure recently alpha college student you helped pull out of his comfort zone. It’s all consuming, the stretch aches deliciously. You can feel each vein and ridge on his cock, stretching your hole obscenely wide- wider than ever before. He’s so much bigger than Jaime, veinier, as thick as a soda can, and a much more selfless lover. Where Jaime would do as he pleased, and didn’t care if you orgasmed or not, if it happened great, if it didn’t oh well. Robb is nothing like him, in the best ways possible. It’s almost like he was made in a lab with the sole purpose of pleasing you, and filling your tight little hole to the brim. When you first tried hooking up with him, he made a mess of you with just his fingers. You weren’t ready to take his length yet, it felt wrong. Ironically, like you were betraying Jaime, but you pushed through with some care and coaxing. Robb didn’t care, he knew you and Jaime had bonded, he was patient, he wanted to take his time with you. 

He was more than happy to make you his with his fingers and mouth. He took time appreciating your body, the way you would twitch and your moans would come with a hint of frustration when you wanted more, the way you’d shake when it was too much, the way your thighs would convulse and your toes would curl when you were close, the way your moans would get higher and higher when you reached your apex. His favorite reaction was the way your fingers would tangle in his hair, as you tried your hardest to force his tongue deeper where you needed him, then feeling your hole clamp down on his tongue as you came. Now, his favorite sight was seeing you eager to take the whole of him. One of his past partners would balk at his size, and only jerk or suck him off. Even as a beta he was well endowed, dangerous, reaching the lower lengths that alphas have. Once he presented as an alpha, he became deadly, the second gender puberty made his cock thicker, longer, and added a wide fat knot. He was worried he’d scare you off, but you looked at him with wonder. 

With reverence, at his marvelous size. Foreplay was Robb’s favorite, and you loved being spoiled. It was something you gave up with Jaime, but Robb fueled your addiction. You made him stretch you out, get you nice and wet, ready to receive the whole of him like a sacrament. You lean back, hands on his thighs, steadying yourself as your hips lift you up and down. “Ah-! Ah! Mmmph Ngh!” You moan coming up slowly, clenching as you reach the sensitive head of his cock, before dropping down even faster. “God!” Robb grunts, biting his hand again. You were the first omega he’d ever gotten a taste of, and he was instantly addicted. He thanked god that he waited, thanked god his alpha saw you as his mate and refused to react to other omega pheromones. This heat, this wetness, this tightness, all his to enjoy, and to please from now on. He’s entranced by the way he thinks he can see a faint outline of his cock when he’s buried to the root inside you. His eyes drift further down, watching as your painfully hard cock slaps against his abs.  One hand goes to your hip to steady your pace, the other hand goes to jerk your cock. “Robb-!” You choke out, biting your lip. Robb leans forward, nipping at your collar bones, before going down to flick your nipple with his tongue. “Go ahead.” He groans, sucking greedily on the sensitive bud. 

Your hips stutter, you roll them once, twice, then grind down on his cock, thrusting your aching prick into his hands. With a muted squeal you burst, driven over the edge. You paint Robb in white again, your earlier load cooling and congealing, now mixing with your fresh cum. Robb keeps thrusting up into you, even as you start to babble and your body twitches from the aftershocks and continued pleasure. He slows down, thrusting all the way in and grinding his swelling knot into your pulsing hole, feeling more slick gush out around his girth, it was like your body was inviting him in, letting Robb know you could take it, letting him know you wanted it. “Can I…?” He asks desperately. He hadn’t had the experience of burying his knot in your warm wet depths. But he’s sure he would  live for the feeling of your walls milking him for all he’s worth, your rim clenching down at the base of his knot, but he’d never do it without permission.  Despite the tears in your eyes from the pleasure, your head muddied and swimming from the euphoria, you nod. Robb pulls out despite your whimper, and repositions you. He rips his shirt off, buttons popping off as he places it underneath you to catch whatever mess you both make. Your chin is resting over the head of the recliner, back arched, and presenting for him. He leans forward, kissing the back of your neck, before stopping by your ear. “Don’t worry I won’t keep you waiting.” He says with a kiss to your temple. He plunges back in with a harsh thrust, the head of his cock sliding and pushing against your prostate. He can feel your hole clench down on him hard and your walls flutter as he picks up the pace. “Such a good omega.” He grunts, one hand on your hip with a bruising grip, the other going to back of your neck. The moment his palm touches your nape, and his fingers wrap around your neck, your moans get an octave higher, and your walls wrap around his cock tighter. 

It’s his favorite hymn, his favorite scripture, a harmonious symphony he could never tire of and never get enough of. “Gonna knot you-“ he grunts, stopping to grind his swelling knot against your hole. “Gonna give you everything that piece of shit should’ve.” He groans, hand reaching around to jerk your neglected prick. “M’gonna make you happier than you’ve ever been.” He whimpers, feeling you get tighter and tighter around him. “You want that?” He asks, you nod, you can’t respond, not when you’re this overwhelmed. The hand he has around your nape lets go, and his arm wraps around your neck to pull you back. His hand that was gripping your hip, now resting on the small of your back to keep your arch. “Your alpha asked you a question.” He said sternly, punctuating each word with a thrust. His cock reaches even deeper now, at this angle he’s bullying your prostate. You’re going to cum untouched at this point. “Yes-!” You manage to get out through the string of unintelligible moans and whimpers. Robb pulls you closer, as his bicep and forearm tighten around your neck. “Whose is it? Huh?” He thrusts harder and harder. 

“Who does this slutty hole,” he thrusts all the way, grinding his knot, “and drooling cock,” he jerks your prick faster than before, out of tempo with his thrusts, “belong to?” He growls, thrusting like he’s trying to imprint the outline of his cock into your walls. Like he’s got something to prove to some amorphous alpha, someone you already despise and know isn’t worth your time anymore. You moan louder and louder, pushing back against his thrusting. “Come on baby…” Robb coos, grinding his knot teasing you with how close it comes to slipping in, “I asked you a question.” Robb says, harsh thrusts punctuating every word. “You!” You wail. “Only you!” You whimper, you lean your head back, resting against his shoulder. Your teary eyes look to his, your lips pout like you want to kiss him. Robb’s breathing hitches, you look blissed out, eyes watery from the pleasure he’s giving you, your face tells him he should stop, but your eyes are begging him to keep going. He kisses you deeply, his tongue pushing in, even as you weakly whine, reminding you that he’s your alpha. The taste on his tongue, the sweat on his brow, it’s all him. “That’s right.” He grunted. “Good boy. All mine. Like you always should’ve been.” He groans and nearly roars, as he thrusts the rest of his knot all the way in. “Hmmmp-! Fuck!” He moans, the ache in his teeth and gums mounting. Your unmarked neck, called to him, like a siren, he could see your scent gland pulsing under your skin. 

He bites your shoulder to stifle his slurry, desperate noise. His teeth sunk in, you felt sparks dancing across your skin, white hot pleasure flashing behind your eyes. You mewl and whine, feeling his cock pulse and throb as his knot swells to the brim, and dumps his heavy, virile, alpha load into the condom. You can’t help but feel like it’s a waste, but your rational side knows this is for the best, at least until he claims you. He slowly lets go of your shoulder, leaning back and exhaling. His hands gently pull your cheeks apart, watching as your hole flutters and flexes around his knot. He groans feeling your insides wrap around his cock and try to milk him for all he’s worth. His hands trial back up to massage your back, watching as you twitch, but still lean into his touch. “You still with me?” He asks softly. “Yeah…” You manage to get out, slowly catching your breath, mewling every now and then as your walls clamped down, forcing his cock to knock against your prostate again and again. “You did so well for me.” He kisses and leaves a hickie on the nape of your neck. “You’re such a good boy, a perfect omega.” He coos. He rubs his cheek against your scent gland. He pauses when he hears you sniffle. “Hey (Y/n)?” Robb asks concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice thick with worry. “Do you mean that?” Your voice trembles. You hadn’t let Robb knot you before, and doing so this time, even if you wanted it, reminds you of Jaime. He’d say the same sweet words and he still betrayed you. 

“You’re not just saying what you think I wanna hear?” You ask again. In the quiet of the room, Robb can hear the small sounds of your tears hitting the leather recliner. “Sorry.” You mumble, voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to make it weird.” You manage to get out, but you freeze feeling Robb move. Robb leans forward, stretching as best he can to kiss your tears away. “Of course I mean that.” He whispers against your temple. “I want you forever.” He says with fierce determination. “I’m not Jaime. When I claim you, it’ll mean everything to me. And when I put a ring on you, the vows we take will be forever. Not just until things get hard or mundane. I choose you, and only you. I don’t want or need anyone else, just you.” He says massaging your thighs. When his knot deflates, he pulls out, before he scoops you up and sits down in the recliner. He tries not to react as he sits down in the mess the two of you made. “It might be too soon…” Robb starts. “We’ve been doing this for a year.” You giggle, still sniffling. “That’s true.” Robb chortles. He leans in resting his forehead against yours, he rubs his nose against yours. “But I love you. And I should’ve made my move before you ever met Jaime. For that I’m sorry, because then you’d never have known that pain.” Robb says holding you close. “For the good and bad, I can’t say I regret meeting Jaime. I got two beautiful boys out of it.” You whisper. “That you did. Your children are flawless.” Robb affirms. “Our.” You say leaning your head against his shoulder. “Or soon to be our.” You rephrase. Robb smiles brightly leaning down to kiss your temple.

His kiss is soft, reverent, like he’s basking in god’s light. “Our.” He says like a prayer, like a lifeline, a hope he didn’t know he was carrying in his heart. “I can’t wait to see what our kids look like.” He mumbles against your temple. “I can’t either.” You share in his joy. Your chest rumbles, as your purr contentedly. Robb’s eyes widen he can’t remember the last time he heard it. He starts crooning, the sounds mixing in a symphony of joy and contentment. The minutes pass and add up to an hour or two. Robb checks his phone, balking at the time. “Wow it’s already two.” He mutters. “Stay the night then.” You say softly. “Just a heads up, can’t sleep in my room.” You warmly smile. “Baelon is in my bed, I’m gonna join him.” You inform. “Can I stay in a guest room?” He asks with a smirk. “Of course.” You say happily. You go to stand, but your legs feel like jelly. “Woah-“ you say almost tripping, but Robb catches you. “Can’t believe I did that.” Robb says smugly. “Don’t get so full of yourself before you can’t hit it again.” You tease, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please don’t do that to me.” He whines, if he were a dog you’d see his ears droop and his tail drop. 

Robb gingerly carries you over to the bathroom, turning on the shower and climbing in with you. He washes away the sweat, the slick, everything that stuck to you like glue in your little romp with him. He’s dedicated, devoted, the way he scrubs your body is akin to a sculptor chiseling marble. He cleans himself up, relishing in the way he’s finally in your space in the way his heart has always wanted. When he’s done he climbs out, putting on a bathrobe, before placing you in one. He takes you up the stairs, and stops in front of your door. “I can head in from here.” You whisper, as he places you down. “I hope you’ll stay for breakfast.” You softly say, kissing his cheek before slipping inside. “For you? I’d be dumb not to.” Robb jokes. On unsteady legs you manage to change into new sleepwear before getting into bed. Baelon stirs a bit, now facing you, when your scent hits him, he snuggles in closer. The same way he did when he was five and had a nightmare, the same way he would when he lost a game and it was hitting harder than usual. You kiss his forehead, and wrap an arm around him, before closing your eyes, letting sleep take you. 

[brotherismine]

Stayed up all night to finish this master piece. Had me in tears, genuinely 😭 So well written. I have such a weakness for Robb now. What a beautiful man ♡

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[brotherismine]

So cute ~♡

[brotherismine]

I apologise for the delay between uploads! I am undergoing top surgery next week, and I've been super busy in the lead up. I have to take time off work so I will be working on pieces during this time! I think my next work should be Alpha!Quincy x Omega!Male!(Y/N). If anyone has any ideas for pieces after this, please let me know. I am happy to adapt. I primarily focus on NU... with bottom (Y/N)!

[brotherismine]

To watch your fall from Grace

A/N: This is the first time I have written an x Male Reader so I hope that you enjoy! I would appreciate your feedback and ideas for future fanfics! I enjoy writing about Yakumo as he is my favourite but I would love to try other NU: Carnival characters as well! I am pleased that the new event suits the theme of this fanfic as I have been working on this for the past few months. Please enjoy! I have been inspired by @serotoninandespresso after reading their Jacaerys series- I may not have watched HOTD but I always look forward to their latest work, so I wanted to try and write my own. ~ 12.6k words.

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm, abuse, familial abuse, internalised homophobia, religious trauma, religion used as a weapon for control, manipulation, smut (R18 content), emotional suppression, depictions and thoughts of deaths. 

“For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.

Once you were alienated from God and were enemies in your minds because of your evil behaviour. But now he has reconciled you by Christ’s physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation— if you continue in your faith, established and firm, and do not move from the hope held out in the gospel.”

Their mouths were agape, as they drank desperate, from the chalice you held against their lips. They waited with bated breath, clinging to your words, as though your voice alone could offer salvation. Their expectant gaze pierced directly through your skin. Their unblinking stares sought to expose your flesh and bone; to dissect your body and unveil your darkest depths, to their predatory gaze. They would not hesitate, to sink their claws and consume your flesh, as though it were the bread of Christ. 

You remained steadfast in your devotion to the Lord. You placed your faith within his scripture, dependant on his words as they became absolute. You pressed your palms together, in a silent vow; a promise to God. A promise to dedicate your entire life towards his service.  

Poised, you lifted your left hand upwards, gesturing towards the pews of familiar faces. The Bible, your guide, held securely within your right hand. 

“This is the gospel that you heard and that has been proclaimed to every creature under heaven, and of which I, Paul, have become a servant”

Drawing the sermon to a close, you addressed your Parishioners directly, reminding them to adhere to the ten commandments and ‘love thy neighbour as thyself’. Starved, they drank directly from your hand, filling their lungs with your words and basking beneath the light of your holy blessing. You lead them blind, like lambs towards the slaughter. 

Descending from the pulpit, you were greeted by the disapproving expressions of the village Elders. Their tone was sharp, venomous, as they praised your sermon with a sickeningly sweet tone; a tactic used to condescend and belittle. Their eyes narrowed, skin crinkled at the corners of their temple as they inspected you. Their eyes tore apart flesh and bleached bone. The leader of the village was an elderly man, with outdated views and exceptionally high expectations. Father had placed you directly beneath his trust. An extension of Father, he was the eyes and the ears. Nothing you did could ever escape his notice. Playing into their hands, your lips curled upwards, into a tight, rehearsed and practised smile. You expressed gratitude for their attendance. 

Their Leader, Elder Peregrine, reminded you that God was always watching and that you should not stray from practising what you preach. 

Your Cassock felt suffocating. You couldn’t breathe as oxygen refused to fill your lungs. Your stole became heavy, weighting you downward. Your collar pressed tightly against your throat, as the searing, burning pain of damnation, pumped through your veins and spread throughout your entire body. 

You could not escape the thoughts; memories that persistently haunted you. Elder Peregrine reminded you of Father. His stare, all powerful and all consuming, caused your body to submit and cower in fear. 

Your soul would never reach the pearly white gates of Heaven. Heaven lay beyond the reach of your sacrilegious finger tips. 

Your sins were unforgivable. 

You deserved condemnation. 

You deserved the divine punishment that God had asked Father to bestow upon you.

Your facade faltered, weakened; your smile wavered and your vision blurred. Their voices faded into the background, as your body was rendered immobile. Careless and self-absorbed, they failed to notice a shift in your rehearsed demeanour. You excused yourself, momentarily escaping into the safe confinements of your office. Slipping inside, you stumbled forwards, gripping the wooden desk with such force, that your fingertips turned white. You couldn’t breathe. Your body riddled with guilt that threatened to consume you, and eat you alive… You desperately reached for your Bible. The page you desired, highlighted by a silver cross that the Orphanage had gifted you. Your eyes frantically scanned across the page, searching for a sign that God had not abandoned you… That your sins were ‘redeemable’ within his eyes. You would spend eternity repenting if God would allow you a second chance at forgiveness. 

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness”

The words of God were the oxygen that kept you alive. His speeches initiated the impulse that allowed your heart to beat. God was the water that sedated your thirst and the blood that pumped through your veins. Spluttering, you choked, as air refilled your lungs and granted you the gift of breath. The pain slowly subsided, suppressed back into the darkest depths of your unforgiving mind. You placed your hands together, closing your eyes. You prayed to the only stability you knew. 

After regaining your composure, you straightened your collar and returned to the Chapel. Expecting emptiness, the parishioners typically enjoyed shared conversation, with light refreshments post-sermon, inside the adjacent hall. You were expected to attend the event; to tend to the worries of your parish. You gathered your satchel from the podium, placing the bible securely inside. As you turned around to descend the staircase to the pulpit, you felt a pair of eyes focus upon you. Turning in their direction, you were greeted by an elderly couple. You did not recognise the pair; you had never met a unfamiliar face in the five years since moving to that village. No one moved to your town. No one ever left. 

“Good afternoon, It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I do not believe that we have met prior” you spoke, offering your hand towards the gentleman as a sign of respect. His expression softened as he extended his hand to return your greeting. “Thank you, Father. We recently moved to your quaint village with our grandson and hoped we would find company to keep our table warm, during a cold evening” he spoke, with a warmth akin to a wood fire on a cold, crisp winters night. 

“You have come to the right place, Sir. We townsfolk will never see you without and will welcome you into our homes as you would us” 

“Thank you, Father. You are welcome into our home whenever you should please. My grandson is an apprentice baker and we would love to break bread with you.” As he spoke, his wife’s expression softened, gazing upon you with a loving, caring and gentle look. It was something unfamiliar to you… it felt foreign. Was this what maternal affection was supposed to feel like? The elderly gentleman hesitated briefly, before summoning courage to continue. “Our grandson has fallen unexpectedly ill this past week, since moving to your village. We had hoped that you may be able to visit our home and offer your blessing… To aid in his swift recovery.” You felt a sudden warmth resonate within your chest. It was evident that the couple cared deeply for their kin, and it was something that struck a cord deep inside your soul. 

†     †     †

The following morning, you placed a gathering of lavender and herbs into your satchel; slipping your bible and cross into the tired leather case. You wrapped the strap across your chest, gazing into the mirror and taking a deep inhalation of breath. You stepped outside, greeted by the blissful warmth of the morning’s rays. The sunlight warmed your skin, adding a soft glow to your exposed hands and flushed cheeks. 

Descending the pathway into the village, you greeted familiar faces, wishing the townsfolk a pleasant morning, and kneeling down to ruffle the hairs of children who approached you. Their hopeful expressions were genuine and reflected your own former self; You could barely recall that fleeting feeling of innocence. You created a cross above their heads and blessed them, as they ventured into school, eager to learn and develop their growing minds. A genuine smile tugged at the corners of your lips as they danced across the village green, proudly proclaiming the blessings you had bestowed upon them. 

Turning right, you vacated the town centre and followed a secluded path that mimicked the curvature of the forest. Dense flora momentarily obscured your vision, before opening into a clearing. Once abandoned, the newest villagers had rejuvenated the area, building a home from ash and adding life to the furthest corner of your isolated town. 

Stepping towards the white picket fence that surrounded the wooden cabin, you immediately stumbled backwards. Your chest felt unusually tight. The wind carried a sense of unease. Your instincts screamed into your ear; demanding that you leave. You believed that God was warning you. God was instructing you to reverse your steps and abandon your mission… Alas, you remained composed. Your gaze shifted across the landscape, attempting to locate the source of the distress. You did not feel a maleficent presence; no shadows or distant stares. 

You were alone…? 

Nevertheless, a cold sweat ran down your spine, as you hesitantly pressed your knuckles against the door. 

The sound echoed. You heard nothing but silence for a moment. In those few seconds you felt an urge to flee. To run as far away as possible and to never look back. Your body acted on its own. Your left foot stepped backwards, your hands clenched, and your breath caught in your throat. Adrenaline coursed through your veins. You were ready to run… when suddenly the front door burst open and the familiar face of the elder gentleman greeted you. You couldn’t escape. You couldn’t run. Your mind raced as he greeted you, welcoming you inside with a hearty smile that did not console your fear. 

The familiar sense of damnation etched across your skin. Your hands felt weak. You legs felt heavy. Your vision blurred as the villager welcomed you inside, offering you a refreshing cup of tea. You hazily accepted his offering, using his voice as a guide. He lead you into the living room, where the signature light from a cross, placed directly above their fireplace, welcomed you home. You felt the Lord’s presence, his welcoming voice offering relief from your ache. “We deeply appreciate your assistance, Father (Y/N). Our dearest grandson is bedridden, plagued by a mysterious illness that has rendered him weak. We were forced to vacate our previous town and I fear the sudden change in scenery has caused him great distress. He does not fair well with change” the elderly women informed you, her voice gentle yet laced with apprehension and concern. You understood her worry. You had heard rumours that a mysterious illness plagued the neighbouring lands. Said illness had claimed many lives, yet you remained certain in your belief that God would save your villagers, should the infection spread and penetrate your parish. You lifted your satchel onto your lap, retrieving the small bag of herbs alongside your Bible. You lifted your gaze to meet the elders. “Please do not allow worry to consume you. I trust that God shall protect your grandson and ensure his safe recovery” you reassured. You felt heavy tension escape their shoulders, relaxing under your faithful promise of safety. 

You learnt from the elders that they had recently fled their village of Klein, after rumours began to circulate that a dark and mysterious, serpent-like force, had began to posses the land. Livestock perished and local townsfolk disappeared into the darkness of nightfall. It was said that the creature was the off-spring of the Serpent from the Garden of Eden and those who gave into temptation or sin, would disappear; their soul chained and condemned to Hell. 

They spoke of their lives, expressing the importance of religion within their memories; they had met during a religious sacrilege in a foreign land. They had relied upon the word of God to offer guidance. God had always answered their prayers and brought them assistance when it was needed most. They believed that God had lead them to you, with purpose. 

Captured by their attention, you failed to notice a dark figure that lingered in the space between the kitchen and the living room. His presence, caused the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. You felt a chill, a shiver forced down your spine. Your eyebrow arched upwards before your head turned, facing the allusive entity…

Suddenly, marigold became your deliverance. 

Your pulse quickened. Your lungs expanded and filled with oxygen; blood pumped through your veins. You felt alive. Your unsteady mind, once filled with fears and self-doubt, cleared. Your mouth opened and closed. At the end of the hallway stood a deity. A mirage. His soft complexion offered the affections that the word of God could not. His timid and gentle demeanour entranced you. Your eyes widened, unable to turn away. Your fingertips tingled as you felt an urge to reach outwards; to place your touch upon his face and trace the curvature of his pristinely sculpted cheekbones. You wanted to know if the figure was mortal; If God had descended Heaven to place this gift entirely within your care…

The Bible, resting securely in your lap, seethed. The leather spine and paper pages burnt your skin with torturous desire. Your body collapsed in on itself. Your mind, abruptly filled with sinful thoughts; memories of the past returned to haunt you. Your wrists throbbed with paresthesia, as a lashing ache spread across your extremities, rendering you unable to move. Father’s words echoed inside of your mind, reminding you of the sin you had once committed. An unforgivable sin, that banned you from the gates of Heaven and cursed you to eternal damnation. 

God would not forgive you for your cruel acts of rebellion. 

God would not forgive you for betraying yourself. 

“If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall be put to death; their blood is upon them”

Your blood blackened, marked by immoral acts. You wore a noose around your neck; a crown of thorns and nails pressed against your wrists. You could attempt to atone for your sins with death, but God would not desire your soul. After death, it was the Devil who awaited you. You could pray at his alter, cleanse your skin with Holy water until it was bleeding and raw, and drink the blood of Christ until your abdomen tensed and your vision turned black… But nothing could remove the impurities from your being. Nothing could cure you of your ailment; this disease had destroyed your entire life. 

Your left hand reached instinctively, gripping your right wrist in an attempt to soothe the burning, seething pain. You reminded yourself that you deserved this. Father, the nuns in the Orphanage, Christ and God, all knew that you deserved this. 

Religion had saved you from a life of debauchery. 

God had saved you. 

God had saved you. 

God had…

As your mind raced, your breathing became laboured and your body unconsciously hunched forwards. Tears streamed down your pale, clammy cheeks. Your torso trembled with fear. Your mouth filled with bile. You were sickening. You disgusted yourself. 

Your thoughts continued to consume you, until a hand, gentle, affectionate, humane and tender, pressed against the side of your face and guided your head upwards. 

Marigold, the colour of damnation, greeted you with a smile. It was sick and twisted. It was mockingly tender, patient and beautiful. It soothed your ache and reminded you to breathe. 

“Breathe” his voice brought oxygen back into your lungs. His voice, heavenly and holy, was a mirage offering you water within the endless terrain of sand, dust and dehydration. He swiped his thumb against your cheek, removing the tears that stained your face. His expression, unlike those who came before him, was compassionate. “Father (Y/N)?” He hesitated. The way he spoke your name was sinful. He extended his hand in order to offer you assistance. He could sense the fear that had slowly began to consume you; a dark aura that radiated off of you in waves. Your left hand withered, as it reached upwards to accept the aid of the Marigold demon, that attempted to lead you astray. Your clothed hand met his own and colour flooded your vision. 

“Are you alright, Father (Y/N)?” he voiced concern. His expression laced with genuine worry. He then reached for a porcelain cup, lifting the liquid towards your lips as he guided you to drink it. You accepted the offering, a treaty of peace. Your voice broken and weak, responded in earnest. 

“Please forgive me.” 

You did not know if it was he or the Lord that you were begging for. 

†     †     †

His name was Yakumo. He was an aspiring baker, with dreams of escaping the countryside, to travel the world and live in cities, brimming with opportunity and freedoms. He was timid, self-conscious and patient. He cared for his elderly grandparents, tending to their live stock, preparing their meals and fulfilling their errands. His eyes shone like stars beneath the moonlit sky. His smile could melt the hearts of the most hostile souls. He treated strangers like friends and welcomed the world with open arms. 

Despite his honest nature, he was hesitant when religion was discussed. He would bite his tongue, nod his head and follow his grandparents lead. You did not push him. You accepted his lack of belief, despite the quiet whispers in the back of your mind telling you to punish him for his disloyalty to God. You could not understand how anyone could fail to acknowledge the creator of the universe; the all-mighty; the all forgiving… Despite this, God would forgive him. Even if he was not a believer. Even if he failed to follow the ten commandments, he would be forgiven when he entered Heaven. 

The bible reminded you that all souls, beneath God’s guidance, could be forgiven. 

God would never forgive you for sullying Yakumo’s name. Late at night, when the image of Yakumo burned the inside of your eyelids, and his name lay on the tip of your tongue, you would press cold, leather straps against your marred wrists and atone for the sins you had committed. Flagellation was your Utopia. The seething pain brought euphoria. You deserved to suffer, as the Devil threatened to consume you. 

Yakumo was a demon concealed behind human flesh. 

Despite his initial hesitation, Yakumo began to regularly attend your sermons, requesting private discussions, alone, late into the night. Yakumo always visited the church each morning. He prepared fresh bread, your favourite kind, and hand-delivered it directly to you. The steam would billow off of each slice, as though he had rushed over, the moment it had left the oven. He sat down for tea and joined you during breakfast. He assisted you in preparing you sermons and advised on which passages to teach the children after school. He was your right-hand man, teaching the children how to bake cupcakes to take home for their mothers and siblings. They began to adore him. The entire town fell for his charm. You had the sense that he would make an outstanding father… 

Occasionally, your gaze would linger upon him for a second longer than strictly necessary. When you stood atop your pulpit, teaching your sermons, your eyes would scan the parishioners until they settled upon a familiar marigold. Your hand would rest atop his arm during private study sessions. You learnt to add an extra spoonful of sugar to his cup of tea, as his smile shone brighter when the liquid was sweeter. You learnt how to prepare his favourite meal, exotically spice beef stew with seasonal vegetables. You befriended an elderly farmer to ensure the produce was local and fresh. The spices were difficult to obtain, yet you were able to seek assistance from a student’s mother, as she often ventured into the city for work. She would return with all the rare and exotic spices that you could ever hope to desire. You invited him into the church for dinner each Friday, and in turn, his grandparents would host you for a traditional Sunday supper. 

You felt the tension that weighed heavy on your shoulders lighten when you spent time with Yakumo; basking in his affectionate glow. You spoke about the future with him, and although your answer was tight and rehearsed, he did not undermine it. He spoke longingly of a life beyond what he was currently living. He enjoyed his life as it was, but hoped for a day where he could make his grandparents proud and succeed internationally. Although he dreamed of this, he never wanted to leave his grandparents behind. He owed his life to them. He wanted to spend eternity repaying them for their graciousness. 

“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: “For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Stood proudly atop your pulpit, your left hand extended towards the parishioners, whilst your bible rested securely within your right. Your gaze drifted across the attendees, before settling upon a familiar Marigold. Your expression shifted, the corners off your lips tugged upwards, before faltering when control was regained. To escape his permeating gaze, you acknowledged your congregation separately, responding to their body language and altering your homily to suit their current needs. 

Drawing your sermon to a close, you descended the short staircase. Your gaze fixated upon your feet, distracted by thoughts of future discussions. Unaware of your surroundings, you collided with solid mass and stumbled backwards; your forehead colliding with a broad, stiff chest. An apology lingered on the tip of your tongue, as you lifted your focus towards forgiving eyes of marigold. Suddenly greeted by a hesitant, angelic smile, Yakumo’s expression brightened. “T-Thank you for your wonderful sermon this evening, Father. I enjoy listening to your interpretations of God’s word. I-I particularly enjoyed your passage about God’s love toward us… Father… D-Do you… Have you…” he hesitated. His voice trembled. His gazed shifted downward, avoiding eye contact, as he rocked back and fourth between the tips of his toes and the heels of his feet. Riddled with anxiety, Yakumo often struggled to express himself without holding back, for fear of judgment or rejection. You waited patiently, allowing him time for thought. You had learnt this was the most successful approach to tackling Yakumo’s anxieties. He remained silent, consumed by grief. His lips trembled but the words remained unspoken, caught in his throat. You reached towards him, wrapping a hand around his wrist in order to ground him. “Why don’t you follow me?” You asked, a genuine smile graced your cheeks. You found it easy to smile around him. He lifted his head to meet your gaze. Nodding his head in silence, he blindly followed behind you. You turned towards your quarters, before stepping out the backdoor and entering your private garden. It was a small space, decorated with red rose buds and blossoming bluebells. You gestured towards a sheltered bench, offering him a place to relax and ease the tension from his mind. 

The moment he stepped outside of the sacred walls, he felt at ease. The sunlight danced across the surface of his pale skin, heating his cold-blooded being. “You think too much, Yakumo” you teased. A light dusting of red decorated his cheeks. You felt comfortable within his presence. You were easily able to shift from the professional role as priest, to the casual role of companion a without a second thought. “P-perhaps you think too little” he responded, his expression equally as entertained as your own. You take position on the bench beside him, angling your body towards him, as you playfully nudge his arm with your fist. Your relationship with Yakumo had developed since meeting; the shift from strangers to friends was as easy as taking a step forward or taking a breath of air. You felt comfortable around him. You felt your facade slip around him. You felt you could be honest towards him. “Your bread this morning was delicious. I particularly enjoyed the contrast between the moist banana bread and the crunch of the caramelised walnuts on top” you mused, watching as the corners of his lips tugged upwards into a smile. “Grandfather created the recipe. He used to make banana bread every Friday, as a reward for paying attention in class. I used to count down the days each week, until I would be able to try his latest creation. Caramelised walnuts were always my favourite, and since… s-since I did not know you back then… I-I did not want you to miss out. I wanted you to s-share the same experience as me.” His voice was timid and soft. He was honest yet reserved. He spoke the truth inside his heart, even if his tone highlighted the fact he felt ashamed for feeling that certain way. For a moment, your breath caught in your throat. You face felt flushed. “I… thank you, Yakumo. I wish that I could have known you during that period of our lives. Although, you may not have appreciated my sense of fashion. I used to steal Father’s garbs and drown myself in excess fabric until I tripped over my own feet” you laughed, reminiscing fondly on the short period of your life, you genuinely felt at ease. “I-I think I would have found that to be r-rather cute… Father” he responded, avoiding eye contact. 

You caught yourself gazing at Yakumo with more affection than God would dare to allow. Your gaze lingered a dangerously thin line between admiration and adoration. You took notice of the tired crinkles that decorated the corners of his eyes, the roughness of his cheeks from years spent completing outdoor labour in the blazing sun, and the dry skin that spread across his lips after years of biting the thinning flesh when nervous. He noticed your eyes lingering upon him. He felt at peace under your direct attention. He felt as though God looked upon him with a smile when you looked at him in a way that a prophet would look to their God… In his eyes, you were above the word of God. You were a separate entity that could control him with a slight of hand and a tug of the lips. He wanted to worship at your temple and find solace between… His face flushed, a deep red spread across his cheeks to the tips of his ears and down his chest, turning the same shade as the weathered cape that decorated his shoulders. He felt a deep shame burn within his core at the unsavoury thoughts he created inside of his mind. He was tainting your image. 

Recognising his sudden shift in behaviour, you extended your hand and rested the tips of your fingers against his shoulder, guiding his body towards your own. “Yakumo, are you alright?” You questioned, worry evident within your gentle tone. He flinched, his head nodding in an attempt to reassure your concern. “J-Just a little warm…” he whispered. Removing your hand, you rested them against your own thighs, before clasping your hands together in a silent prayer. Whenever you felt conflicted, you sought guidance from God, asking for his assistance. Yakumo watched as your lips twitched, moving in time with the words you created inside your mind. You were a Holy creature, following blindingly behind the lead of religion; listening to the word of a man that had yet to be proven to exist… You followed like a lamb being lead to the slaughter and in his eyes, Yakumo wished he could be the God you’d follow to your demise. 

Yakumo had never believed in religion. Born and raised within a Catholic orphanage after his parents death, he had faced the true extent of control that religion could possess across someones soul. His own image was dark, tainted by a curse that possessed his bloodline. He was a direct descendant of the great serpent; the same creature who had lead Adam and Eve to their demise. That was what he had been told, ever since his creation. He had faced the wrath of Catholic priests who aimed to cleanse his soul; drown his lungs in holy water until his blood was purified of sin. He was told that God had abandoned him for his travesty, but he had never felt the urge to seek his original approval. Guilt possessed him as lives were lost by the curse that darkened his blood, but never once had he felt guilt for his betrayal to God. If God was as cruel as the orphanage had been, then Yakumo would rather find solace at the Devil’s door. 

He had longed to escape religion… until you had arrived at his doorstep. Clad in priest drabs, with tear stained cheeks and laboured breath, Yakumo suddenly felt as though God may be real. Despite the torment suffered at his hands, God had lead him directly to you, and for that, he would be eternally grateful. He soon became tolerable towards religion; bile no longer caught in his throat at the idea of asking God for forgiveness. You were an Angel disguised as a human and he longed to trap you within his dangerous grasp. 

Abandoned at birth, the Catholic Church raised you from a neonate to a young adult with aspirations and hope. The orphanage had guided you, through the word of God, and inspired your faith in the all-mighty being. You had placed your innocent trust within the Sisters who tended to your care. The priest, your ‘Father’, had guided you towards the Holy light of forgiveness and redemption. You attended regular sermons and diligently assisted your adopted siblings when requested upon. You were the Golden child, who excelled beyond expectation and whom shone brightly in your Fathers doting eyes. 

You were destined for divinity. 

Yet, like Icarus, you flew too close to the sun. His name was Olivine. He was the son of a Priest from a neighbouring congregation. He was timid and considerate. He was alluring and enticing. You spent the summer at his side, reciting the bible, climbing trees and catching bugs. He shone brightly inside your childish, hopeful and innocent orbs. He basked you in his glory. You laughed beneath his sunlight and danced in his kindness. You clung to his side, entranced by his promises of liberation. You drowned yourself in his praises. You stepped into his sanctuary and were engulfed by his flames… He burnt you, yet you found pleasure within irredeemable scars that marked your skin with permanence. You felt liberated within his tender embrace. 

One fateful summers day, you had both escaped the sermon, fleeing into the darkened realm of the village library. As it was a Sunday, the building was abandoned and you were left alone. You shared laugher as your cheeks flushed with enthusiasm, and the vigour of youthful joy danced through your veins. You reached to hold his hand, watching as peridot eyes gazed into your own. They offered you a release… They offered you an escape from the unspoken horrors that you did not want to consciously recognise. He connected to you and treated you with a sense of humanity. He had never once, worshiped the ground you stood upon. He recognised your emotions and responded to them with honesty. In that moment, overwhelmed with jollity, you failed to acknowledge the approaching footsteps resonating from behind. You acted on instinct, leaning upwards and pressing your trembling lips against his own. The moment your lips collided, your world filled with colour. His touch was euphoric. You had finally understood that it meant to enter into the Garden of Eden…

As freedom teasingly brushed against the palm of your hand, it instantly disappeared into oblivion. Father had caught you. Father abruptly removed you from Olivine’s side, swiftly ensuring that all communication was severed. You were blamed for the sin committed. Father isolated you, concealing you within the inescapable walls of the Church basement, until you were able to atone for your betrayal to God. The Sister’s limited your meals, and you were banned from interactions with your siblings. The word of God was branded into your mind. Father forced you to extend your arms, scarring your wrists with leather, each time you failed to follow the commandments proposed by the Lord. 

The wounds extended beyond a surface level of suffering; the scars would never heal. Each time you found your mind wandering beyond purity, you were reminded of the familiar seething ache. Your unhealed scars would burn, bleeding, as though God could read your mind and placed judgment upon it. 

Father dowsed you in Holy water, filling your lungs with blessed fluids, to ensure you body, mind and soul could be cleansed of sin. He did not forgive you and only watched, as you resembled Lucifer, falling from grace. Segregated from the congregation, your lessons were held in private. When you reached the age of maturity, you had dreams of escaping the abuse and venturing into the city. You wanted to escape religion. You wanted to escape the torment God had forced you to endure. 

Alas, you were never granted such luxury. Father had banished you and placed you in the care of your current townsfolk. He fabricated tales of your ability to heal the wounded and speak directly to God. He ensured that they would never allow you to escape. Wherever you went, eyes were certain to follow. Elder Peregrine held the key to the church and if he so wished, you would bathe in flame and descend to ash. 

Laying awake, unable to calm your nerves, you stared upwards at the empty ceiling above your bed. You lived within the walls of the church. You awoke, bathed, dressed, worked, ate and slept within the rigid and constricting walls. Your entire life revolved around the Church. You turned to the Bible laid atop your beside cabinet. As you shifted your position, the dated bed, groaned beneath your weight. You reached for the sacred text, flicking through the pages until you reached the passage you desired. Your tired eyes scanned across its contents, reminding yourself to say true to the word of God. He was the only one who could love you. He was the only one who could forgive your disgustingly, horrid sins. 

“The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.”

You had allowed sinners to enter the safe confinement of your confessional booth, to express their remorse and atone for their wrong-doings. It was stated that if you were able to confess and remain honest, God would offer forgiveness. You understood the importance of revealing the truth to God, yet you were physically unable to. If you admitted the truth to God, you would first have to admit it to yourself. Your sins outweighed those of the townsfolk. Your sin was punishable by death and if your congregation became aware of your illicit acts, you would face judgement upon a cross.

You had once dropped to your knees and pleaded with God for forgiveness. You had asked God to allow you an escape from the torturous thoughts that plagued your mind. You had asked God for Father to forgive you. You had asked God to change you… You had asked God why he had made you this way. You had begged God to ‘fix you’. 

You felt tears gather in the corners of your eyes, as they spilled down your cheeks and slipped into the opening of your mouth. You had thought that God had ‘cured’ you. You had attempted to ignore the Demon who threatened to lead you astray. Marigold caused you to smile and cry in the same breath. Marigold gave you hope. Marigold gave you a reason to flagellate. 

God was testing you. God wanted you to suffer until you were no longer able to bare it. 

Laying awake with trails of tears staining your cheeks, you were interrupted by a panicked and uncoordinated knocking upon the chapel’s door. Gathering yourself, you dashed towards the entrance, concern etched into your expression. You worried that a member of your church was in danger; that someone had fallen ill and needed immediate attention.

You threw open the door to reveal Yakumo. His eyes were wide, frantic and wild. Water cascaded down his face, his hair damp by droplets of rain that fell from the heavens above. Looking into his eyes, you did not know if he was crying or if it was the rain that decorated his distressed expression. You welcomed him inside, ushering him into the kitchen and wrapping a warm towel around his trembling form. You prepared tea, placing the cup directly into his hands, in order to warm him and still his nerves. His breathing was ragged and irregular. You placed a hand atop his own and his gaze shifted upwards to meet yours. 

Marigold was terrified. 

“Yakumo, breathe. You need to breathe” you reminded him. You watched as he filled his lungs with oxygen, mimicking your pattern. 

“I-I apologise Father, I did not know where else to turn-“

“Do not apologise, Dearest Yakumo. The church will always welcome you.” You reassured. You had never known him to act this frantic. It concerned you. He was always timid and composed.

“I-I… I must confess something to you, Father.” The words spilled from his mouth, faster than his mind could react. You sensed that he wanted to withdraw his statement. You sensed that he did not want you to learn of the secret he had attempted to hide. 

Recognising his hesitation, you extended your hand towards him, offering assistance as you guided Yakumo towards the confessional booth. Stepping into your assigned side, you gestured for him to follow suit. He paused, unsure. “You may make your confessional anonymously” you explained. You hoped that he would understand the implications. A moment later, you heard him enter the opposing side and sit down. You had known Yakumo for little over two months and in that time, he had never expressed an urge to confess. You had believed that he was immune to sinning… It put you at ease, knowing that he was human and capable of making mistakes. You could hear his laboured breath as he attempted to console himself. His voice was quiet, soft and broken. “Forgive me F-Father, for I have sinned” he began. You waited, offering him space and time. “I-I… I have hurt people, Father. I have destroyed countless lives… I bring misery and misfortune wherever I roam” he cried. You could sense that he was crying into the palms of his hand, his voice muffled against fabric. 

“In what ways have you hurt these folk?”

“I-I… I curse the lands that I roam. Where I walk, livestock perishes and humans lose their lives to the unknown. I have visions… nightmares of myself committing heinous acts… I cannot escape these thoughts. When I wake, I hear the rumours spread. They follow me. Lambs perish during the night… Women missing against the shroud of darkness. I-I know that I-I am the cause but…” he could no longer continue. His body trembled with fear as he admitted to the troublesome acts he believed he had commit. “But I-I would never hurt anyone. I can’t h-hurt anyone.”

Breaking tradition, you stepped out of your booth and entered into his. Wrapping an arm around his waist, you pressed his body against your own, allowing his tears to cascade downward and spill into the soft, pristine white fabric of your nightgown. In the rush to attend to the knocking at the door, you had failed to dress in appropriate attire. You held him against your body as he trembled, his hands clinging to your clothing for both reassurance and support. “You should not blame yourself, Yakumo. I can sense that God would not allow you to commit such sinful acts. Your soul is divine and God protects you. These visions, are likely a manifestation of your self-doubt and anxieties. You associate yourself with negative occurrences in order to compensate for deeper fears. God will often communicate with us through dreams. Please tell me what you see” you encouraged him to continue. 

“I… I appear as a serpent. I sink my fangs into the lambs and scatter their sacred blood across the lands. I lure people away from their homes. I terrify and haunt innocent lives. P-people are too kind to me. Father (Y/N), you are too kind to me” he whispered. His eyes shone beneath the pale moonlight as he gazed, deeply into your own. You felt breathless. The innocent desperation contained in his expression rendered you immobile. You struggled to respond as a familiar heat radiated from your wrists. The burn reminded you to maintain self restraint. “C-Call me (Y/N)” was the only thing you could muster. “I hurt people (Y/N)… I am a blemish upon this world. They tried to save me, to cleanse my soul but I am rotten. My soul is possessed by a Demon. The serpent wishes to spread chaos and I cannot control it. (Y/N) the closer I get to you, the more I lose control.” His expression darkened as he gazed upon you. 

“What do you fear, Yakumo? Allow yourself to let go. You are not possessed by a Demon. If you have fears or doubts, express them to release yourself of strife” you urged. You understood what it felt like to be haunted by dreams; communications with God in which you played the role of the villain. As a child, God had appeared to you in dreams, scolding you for your misbehaviour. Father interpreted these dreams as punishments for mistakes you had made, although you were unaware of what you had done wrong. Although you saw those apparitions as punishment, for yourself, you could not see Yakumo in the same light. 

“When I-I was a child… The orphanage found me alone… My entire village had been consumed by illness that left me untouched. T-They called me cursed… Wherever I went, tragedy followed. I don’t want to stay anywhere for long, incase my grandparents find out that a Demon possesses my soul… When people get hurt, I find a reason to flee. I want to run far away until I cant hurt anyone any more but…’ he paused. He shook his head as tears spilled from his terrified eyes. “I cant. I cant” he continued to mutter, crazed, beneath his breath. “I cant… I do not want to go anywhere where you cannot follow.” His words caused you to stumbled backwards. Surprised by his raw display of honesty. You felt yourself acting on instinct as you placed the palm of your hand against his cheek, tilting his head upwards. 

“You are not cursed, Yakumo. You have faced hardship but that does not mean that you are to blame for the loss of life that occurred near your feet.” You attempted to be reassuring. The seething pain intensified the closer you became to Yakumo. “B-But I shall lead you to ruin… You should not consume Honey and Curds, for you are aware to refuse evil.” Your voice betrayed you. Your hands trembled. You knew that if he followed you, he would be damned. 

Yakumo did not respond to your warning. He maintained eye contact, reaching upwards to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze was intense, filled with longing. He guided you downward. His touch caused your nerves to tingle. Eyes of Marigold entranced you. “(Y/N)”. The way he said your name was sinful. Your name became a curse as it fell from his innocent, pure, Godly lips… 

Yakumo tempted you. He was the serpent inside the Garden of Eden who intended to lead you astray. He offered you an apple, a sweet delicacy dripping with ambrosia. It was a saccharine nectar that would soothe the painful ache and provide relief to your condition. It was a promise. 

If God intended to be unforgiving of your sin, they why did he test you so? 

His predatory gaze pierced directly into you; his aura became dark, uncontrolled and unescapable. Your mind, hazed with disillusion, was unable to distinguish Yakumo from that of a Serpent, as the two separate entities morphed into one. “(Y/N)…” he repeated. His hand reached towards you, guiding you forwards, towards him. His knees collided with the seat of the confessional. As he stumbled backwards, you fell forwards, you knees bent as your body collided with Yakumo’s own. Perched atop his thighs, your eyes widened, when a stark heat radiated across your cheekbones and spread towards the tips of your ears. His mouth uttered your name as though it was a prayer. His eyes gazed upon you as though you were the answer to life, itself. It was sinful. It was intoxicating. 

Within the cramped walls of confessional, God was your witness. He watched as you struggled to chose which path you would follow. Your wrists burned with guilt. God was your saviour. God was the only one who would love you when the Devil ascended from Hell to claim your soul. You couldn’t breathe. You did not know if you wanted to breathe.

Yakumo trembled as his finger tips pressed against your chin, tilting your head towards his intense, intimate gaze. He paused, pressing warm lips against the curvature of your ear, meeting the joint between your jaw. His lips burnt a mark into your flesh. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” With that, your teeth sunk into the fruit of the tree. Accepting evil, you felt your restraint tug, strain and snap. Gasping for breath and fighting against absolution, Yakumo guided your lips towards his own, and pressed them together. His lips offer salvation. The ropes that tied around your neck, no longer restricted you. The steering pain of damnation was soothe by Yakumo’s tongue, as it slipped into your mouth and forced your attention to shift from the fear of God, to his Holy alter.

A moment later you separated; your body trembled, spluttering as you struggled to catch your breath. Yakumo’s breath felt warm against your skin. The small space felt cramped yet oddly safe. Despite the judgment of God baring down upon you, you felt untouchable in that small space of hidden sanctuary. “P-Please tell me that you want this. Please tell me that you want me” he whispered, his voice pleading as he gazed upon you with the same look you recognised within your self. It was the stare of a broken man; one who clung to God with every single fibre of his being. It was the look that reflected back into your own eyes, after months of torment at Father’s hand. Father’s face briefly flashed before your eyes; searing pain spreading up your wrists. This was wrong… You weren’t allowed to want this… You weren’t… All thoughts stilled as Yakumo pressed his plush, soft lips against your neck. The skin, sensitive and untouched, fluttered beneath his administrations. Your pulse quickened. A unfamiliar heat coiled in your gut as his lips trailed upwards, before teeth sunk into the soft flesh of your earlobe. “Let me pray at your alter and find communion between your legs.” His voice was desperate, pleading… and who were you to deny a parishioner your assistance. 

He shifted your weight, positioning your legs to either side of his hips. As he lifted your body, your nightgown rose, exposing the soft expanse of your upper thigh. You had never shown your body to anyone; concealed beneath priest attire, your body remained unseen and unsullied. His hand, with the desperation of a dying man, pressed into your thigh. He held your body against his own. His lips returned to your own, devouring you with the strength of a man on the brink of starvation. He was ready to drink the blood of Christ directly from your lips, and consume communion bread between your thighs. 

His hands shifted further upward, exposing more of your virgin flesh to his hungry gaze. He lifted your nightgown, pressing his growing need against your skin. You gasped into the kiss, as his throbbing cock, begging for attention, seeking assistance from your thigh. Lost in a mirage of pleasure, his forked tongue grazed across your lips and slipped into your mouth. With renewed vigour, his tongue desecrated the untouched cavern, marking its territory as it attempted to slip down your throat. You groaned, your hands trembling as they tugged at the front of his shirt. You pulled the fabric of his clothes, unable to find solid ground. He pulled back, saliva connecting you; his lips returned to the sensitive expanse of your neck. Lips pressed against pulsating flesh; teeth sunk into your skin, leaving marks that burned you and resembled those left behind by the Devil. 

His teeth and lips began to devour you. He left bruises to remind himself that your body belonged to him. A moan, deep, needy and desperate escaped you. “Y-Yakumo!” You gasped, uttering his name like it was a prayer. He was defiling you within the walls of the confessional. God was your witness. You offered God a glimpse into your sins. God watched as you sullied his name and mocked his word. Yakumo’s lips curled against your skin. He was the one you had turned to; God’s name no longer fell from your lips. “F-Father, forgive me for I have sinned” he whispered. 

“C-Call me (Y-Y/N)” you groaned. After this encounter, you would no longer uphold the position of ‘Father’. 

“(Y/N), you are more than a slave to religion. If loving you and filling your body with my essence is a sin, then I shall happily perish at the hands of Satan.” His words ignited a fire within your soul, burning the threads that tied your heart to that of Gods. You felt tears burn your eyes, cascading down your cheeks as relief washed across your system. You had lain awake at night longing for an escape from this role you were forced to play, and here, in that moment, Yakumo had provided you with an exit.

His back pressed firmly against the wooden wall of the confessional booth; his breathing laboured. Your hands shifted, wrapping around his neck and bringing his face towards your own. You pressed yours lips close to his, brushing against him as you spoke. “I-I want you to deceive me” you pleaded. Responding in earnest, he ran his hands across your thighs, allowing your legs to fall apart and to expose your most intimate area. His fingers kneaded the tender flesh, easing muscles that ached after repeated pressure from dropping to your knees in God's prayer. “I-I hope that one day, the only man you drop to yours knees for, shall b-be me” he paused. He spoke before his mind could register the sinful indications to his words. Your cock, throbbing with a lack of attention, twitched is response. The swollen head pressed into Yakumo’s abdomen, causing him to groan with desperation. Your body was reacting in ways you had never experienced before. He had captivated you. 

Fingertips danced across your abdomen, lifting your white nightgown as he slipped his hands towards your chest. He pressed his index finger against your swollen buds, tracing the outline of your nipple. He lacked experience; he was a virgin, he was innocent and honest. His hands were hesitant and clumsy. He was eager to elicit the desired response from your lips. “Y-Your body is beautiful.” His finger pressed into the hardening nipple, teasing the sensitive bud. You felt a deep, guttural moan bubble in your chest and slip past your lips. Your eyes, half-lidded with desire allowed Yakumo to explore.

In Yakumo’s eyes, your body was his alter. He would drop to his knees and worship you. He would beg you, as his God, to offer him guidance. He found religion within your eyes, prayer in your bedroom and communion on your skin. 

Yakumo’s cock pressed against the tight confinement’s of his black trousers. He shifted your weight to ensure his throbbing cock pressed directly between the curvature of your ass. Your spine arched, the moment his right hand joined the left on your chest, pressing into your tender flesh and seeking to entice a concoction of desire and want from your mouth. “Y-Yakumo~” you whined, his fingers pulling your nipples; twisting with a gentle, practised tug. You had never paid attention to the needs or wants of your body, yet in a instant, Yakumo understood what you wanted in its entirety. He watched as your eyelids fluttered, eyelashes thick with unspilled tears as unadulterated pleasure coursed through your veins and brought you towards the release you had always craved.

Yakumo continued in his attempt to remove your nightgown. He guided your head and arms out of the fabric, exposing your body to the empty rows of pews, positioned directly in front of the booth. You had not registered the moment Yakumo opened the curtain to expose your acts to an empty crowd. “Y-You are so cute, (Y-Y/N)… Your body is trembling” he whispered, his tone gentle and calm. 

Moving downward, he slipped his fingers along the waistband of your underwear, avoiding contact with your swollen cock. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, soiling your underwear with your desire. In contrast, Yakumo remained fully clothed; his body modest and dressed appropriately, despite your current situation. You felt shame burn deep within your core, as he slipped his fingers beneath your waistband and wrapped them around your swollen cock. You gasped, a sharp whine as your hips reacted on their own; involuntarily thrusting upwards as your body subconsciously chased the stimulation he was providing. His expression softened as he watched your body fight against your instinct. “I-I stand here today as a human man, a honest man. A man who seeks to find religion between your thighs. A-Allow me to drink from your chalice” he begged. He pushed down your underwear, guiding your body to a stand in order to remove the cloth entirely. In doing so, he was able to unbutton his own trousers, exposing his thick erection to your gaze. Despite attempting to avoid eye contact, your lips twitched, as the thick head pressed heavily against his own abdomen. Yakumo’s cheeks flushed as he turned his head away from you. “I-I apologise…! M-My body… It has a mind of it’s own. I-I do not want to scare you.” You felt his panic. Yakumo was riddled with anxiety and self-doubt. It was his honest nature that caused you to fall directly into his arms. “I-It’s…” you began, before pausing. You returned to sitting on his thighs, your legs spread to either side of his hips, as a sudden wave of confidence possessed you. You guided your cocks together, wincing in pleasure as the two sensitive heads pressed into each other. You watched as his body trembled, seeking guidance from you and longing for the confidence to continue. 

He placed his hand atop of your own, following your lead, as your fingers wrapped around the two sensitive cocks, rubbing up and down; offering relief to your aching need. “G-God help me… (Y/N) I pray you forgive me for the sins I am about to commit with your body” Yakumo whispered, with a hiss-like quality to his sharp needy tone. 

In a moment, he guided his hand towards his mouth, salivating over the salty-fluids he had gathered from the tip of your cock. He soaked his digits in his own saliva, covering each fingertip generously, as you watched you with patient fascination. He felt hesitant beneath your watchful gaze; his God was watching him, placing judgment on his blasphemous act. Your mouth, slightly agape, longed to taste the sweet nectar that spilled from his lips. As he guided his hand downward, you pressed your lips against his own, and savoured the salvia that pooled at his chin. He used your distraction to his advantage, pressing a warm finger tip against your virgin rim. Your eyelids fluttered, as the narrow tip of his finger breached your entrance, pressing into your hole with little resistance. He remained patient, allowing your body time to adjust, as he slipped the length inside. Separating from the kiss, you gasped. Your body twitched as your knees pressed into Yakumo’s thighs; your body growing weak as he drew whimpers from your lips. His finger stilled, allowing you time to adjust. 

As your breathing steadied, he gaged your reaction, withdrawing his finger before pressing back inside. Your expression indicated no pain and thus, he was able to continue. He took pride in drawing moans from your lips, adding several fingers to ensure your body could accommodate his large size. He was aware of the difference when compared with his fellow man; unnaturally long, almost inhumane. He gazed at your expression, heavenly beneath the moonlight that shone between the gaps in the wood. You appeared angelic, with a halo that shone atop your head. Your cheeked flushed, mouth agape, silently pleading for his touch to push you further towards the edge. 

“(Y-Y/N)” he stuttered, his breath caught in his throat as your gaze fixated upon him. He felt his cock twitch, nearing release, from your expression and breathy moans alone. He stilled his movement, feeling your insides contract and convulse around his digits.  You could not focus, as a stark mix of pain and pleasure resonated from deep within your loins. Your virgin hole, stretched beyond what it was previously capable of, felt uncharacteristically full. “You make i-it hard for me t-t-to control myself” he whispered, his warm breath drawn against the sweat pooling at your forehead. The position was difficult to maintain, as you felt your knees weaken and slip. Each movement of your body caused Yakumos fingers to press deeper and draw out further explicit moans from your lips. “I-I cant hold back” he cursed. 

Yakumo withdrew his fingers. Feeling empty, you whined, a deep guttural whine; a sound you did not know that you could make. His lips curled upwards, before pressing lips against your temple. “Your lips, spill prayers that I want to answer… P-Please (Y/N), allow me to show you what the Garden of Eden can become.” With blurred vision, eyelashes thick with tears, you gazed upwards, watching as expression shifted and became predatory. Beneath his stare, you were not scared; you wanted to be consumed. “M-May God forgive me for my sins… I-I…” you choked, your throat felt tight as realisation dawned. You were sullying Gods name, within his own home… You were offering your body as a sacrifice to the Devil…

“Y-You are not betraying God… You are allowing a follower, a man who worships at your door, to receive your Holy blessing. God would not abandon you for that” he reminded you. The way he formulated his words, sinfully and carefully, catered to soothing your aching mind… Your wrists burned and your head ached. The nails had been placed into your wrists and a crown of thorns atop your head. You were offering your body for your repentance. You were ready to accept execution and at dawn, you’d rise. Reborn and cleansed of humanly sins. 

“W-worship me… Worship me as though I were your God”

“You are my God”

He guided your body upwards, as his erect cock pressed against his stomach. The tip was swollen, angry and inflamed. It begged for attention; relief that only your body could provide. He balanced you against the tip, your hole twitched as his heated desire pressed teasingly against the rim. He groaned when your bodies made contact, in a place you had both desired it the most. “Just breathe-“ he whispered, as he pressed his swollen cock into your untouched hole, taking your faith and virginity in one careful and controlled thrust. 

He watched as your reaction balanced between a dangerously thin line of pain and pleasure; your eyes glazed, unfocused. Your breathing became laboured as your insides struggled to accommodate his foreign size. Your hands flew forwards, pulling the fabric that decorated his back. His clothes clung to his body, sweat pouring down his head and soaking his skin. Your body, created equal dampness. He attempted to maintain restraint, pressing his entire length inside as he waited for you to signal that he was able to move. You held your breath, your heart rate soaring as your insides stretched. Your rim, pulled wide as his cock filled an emptiness you did not know that you had. 

“H-Holy… By G-God you are r-rather large” you gasped, unable to still your hips as they rocked forwards on their own. “Y-You are so tight-“ he groaned. You had claimed his virginity as your own. You trusted each other with the deepest, most intimate parts of yourselves. 

Yakumo, encouraged by the persistent throbbing of your insides, began to rock his body upward. His cock, thrust in and out of your tight heat, as the swollen tip searched for the place you needed it most. You closed your eyes, adjusting. His cock, reaching your swollen gland, pressed hard in order to elicit a scream of pleasure. Your back arched, as you silently pleaded with Yakumo. Your body begged; your insides throbbing and wrapping tightly around his cock. He smirked, his hands gripped your waist and held you in place. “Y-You are so tight~” he whined, breathless. 

“(Y/N)… P-Please… allow me to satisfy my insatiable desire with your body.”

Your body responded before your mind could react. Your hips, jerking forward, forced Yakumo to lose control. 

Shifting your position, Yakumo rose to his feet, slamming your body against the adjacent wall and thrusting his hips upwards. He maintained a steady pace, occasionally becoming erratic whenever his tip retracted and reentered; catching on the swollen, puffy rim. He allowed you to see stars as your head tilted backwards; moans falling from your lips as though they were a hymn. He grew addicted to the symphony that your body could create; gasps, breathless moans, squelches and thumps all mixed together, creating music that only Yakumo was allowed to hear. 

His movements increased in speed as he felt your walls constrict, your cock twitching as you felt yourself draw closer to release. “Paint me in your innocence… Decorate my body with our sin” he begged. In a moment, you reached climax and spilled hot fluids across his abdomen. Following suit, Yakumo spilled his virtuous seed inside of you, pushing your body beyond what it was previously capable of. “H-Holy… I-I can’t~ O-Oh, by the Gods~” you gasped, feeling your body fill with fluids that were forced to spill beyond the tight seal his cock had created against your rim. 

As the searing pain of relief flooded across your system, your eyes lifted toward the roof of the confessional booth, focusing on the painted glass that mocked you. Your eyes met the smiling face of Jesus. God had witnessed your sinful display of rebellion, but for the first time in your life, it did not hurt. Your wrists, marked with scars, did not ache. Your crown of thorns, fell to the floor, scattering your virgin bloom to the wayside. Your heart, body and soul no longer belonged to God. You had a new calling; you had been tempted by the serpent and lead astray. He would lead you to ruin and you would blindly follow. 

Yakumo, content to support your weight, remained still as you attempted to regulate your breathing. He felt your insides respond to his stillness, twitching as thick cum decorated your inner walls. You groaned, resting your forehead atop his shoulder. Your thighs ached and your spine tingled. He pressed his hands into the base of your spine, offering support as you attempted to lower your body to the ground and stand upon your own two feet. He guided his cock out of you; whining as cum spilled down your legs and decorated the scared wood in sinful white. For a moment, the world outside those three walls did not exist. The sound of Yakumo’s breath greeted your ears and it was the only sound you would ever need to hear again. It showed that he was alive; that you were alive. 

“Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave.” 

†     †     †

Yakumo did not abandon you. He removed the evidence of your love from the confessional, cleaning your body and washing your nightgown. He laid you down in your bed before he removed the cross from your doorway. He turned his back to the stained glass panels that decorated the space above your bed. He watched as your chest rose and fell; your cheeks flushed from over exertion. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as his finger tips traced the surface of your cheek. He made a promise to never abandon you. He made a promise to take you far away from this town and to never look back. He made a promise to sacrifice himself in exchange for your freedom. 

As dawn broke and sunlight filtered through the stained glass, glimmers of red, yellow and orange painted your face. Your brows furrowed before your eyelids fluttered open. Reaching a hand upwards, to wipe the sleep from your eyes, you suddenly felt a dull ache resonate from the base of your spine. Memories of the previous evening flooded your vision. Your cheeks burned a deep shade of red as you recalled the sinful acts you had committed. In a state of adrenaline fuelled panic, you felt an urge to run; to suffer the same fate as Jesus and atone for your sins by spilling blood. You could hardly breathe as you stepped out of bed, stumbling forwards before collapsing into familiar arms. Your eyes, frantic, were soothed by a reassuring shade of Marigold. 

Yakumo returned you to your bed and placed a hand atop your head. “We do not have much time… I-I could not tell my grandparents everything but they… they are waiting. They are outside waiting for us. I-I cannot leave you behind. I do not know what the future will hold and m-maybe we cannot escape the past but I-I want to try. I want to try to create a future with you” the way he spoke, almost made you believe that it was possible. That escaping this life was an option. Your expression saddened, pained by the innocent hope he maintained. “I cannot leave this place, my dearest Yakumo. They will not allow me to, and if I were to try, they would spill not only my own blood, but that of yours and your grandparents as well. I cannot risk those lives to save my own… Y-You must leave. You must leave but please know that even for a moment, for a fleeting moment… you made me happy. That happiness is something I shall carry to my grave. I have never felt true happiness until the moment I met you. For the first time in forever, you made me glad that I was born. Thank you, Yakumo” as you spoke, tears filled the corners of your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks.

Unable to vocalise his response, Yakumo wrapped his arms around your upper torso, pressing your face into his chest. You could feel the tear drops spilling from his eyes as they landed atop your head. His heart rate increased; he fought against his anxieties in order to focus on your own. “N-Never say that… P-Please (Y/N) n-never tell me to leave. I cannot live without you. N-Never tell me to live for you when dying would be easier. T-They cannot hurt you if they cannot find you… M-My grandparents would do anything to protect you… I would do anything to protect you” his voice was broken. It was evident that he was desperate. He was a man, pleading with God for redemption. You have once lived inside his shoes and you knew the heartache of rejection. You lifted your head, staring into his eyes and searching for a sign of hesitation; of fear or doubt. You could not find a single ounce. Yakumo was being honest. 

Torn between the branches of Good and Evil on the tree of life, you struggled to chose a path to follow. One path was controlled by your heart and would lead you to ruin. The other path was controlled by your mind and would lead to certain death. You feared a life that you did not know. You did not know how to live without the word of God to guide you. Could you live a life of freedom? Could you live a life and make a decision of your own? 

Yakumo turned his attention towards the bible that rested atop your vanity. Lifting it into his hands, he guided the book towards the naked flame of a candle, positioned towards the end of your bed. You watched as he allowed the flames to lick the hard cover. You flinched, reaching forward to withdraw his hand and stop his desecration of Father’s gift… You stopped. You held yourself back and watched as God’s law burned. The realisation crushed you. The bible was only a book. It was fragile. It was nothing more than type on a page. It was destructible. It was not immortal; it did not contain the abilities of a higher and all-mighty being. It turned to ash and stained the floor. It never had been anything more than that. God had never been anything more than that. 

In the face of Father, God and all those who used the freedom of religion to control and restrain you, you laughed. You laughed until your chest ached and your lips turned blue. God had been used as a weapon against you and as you gathered the ashes of Father’s control into your hand, you realised the fragility of life and the weakness of control when fear was overcome. You allowed the bible to slip between your fingertips and blow along with the wind. You turned to face the image of Mary above your bed and greeted her with a smile. Perhaps in another life you would reconcile your faith in God. 

Yakumo watched as your most prized possession was reduced to nothing in a blink of an eye. In a singular blink, it was gone. He watched as your expression shifted between guilt, relief and resentment. Fire was destructive and cleared everything within its unforgiving path. It cleansed the world of anything it desired… It could cleanse the world of you. Yakumo lifted the candle into his hand and held the flame above your bed. “In a instant, this could all disappear.” It was both a promise and a threat. Wax dripped on to your bed sheets and burnt holes into the cotton. The fire could consume the entire church and burn years of excruciating labour to the ground. The fire would take the life you had built and reduce it to nothing but a distant memory, long forgotten to time. Father would look for your body in the ash. Perhaps he would mourn the son he lost; the one he wanted. Your heart ached for the children who would grow to suffer a fate similar to your own. Their hopeful innocence fading away over time. You prayed, one last time, that God would be forgiving. That by the time they reached your age, the world would be kinder to them. 

You opened your eyes and met Yakumo’s gaze. “But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.” You wrapped your hand around Yakumo’s own, allowing the candle to slip from it’s holder and bathe your bedsheets in orange, yellow and red. The burst of flames scorched your skin, as you stumbled backwards. Fulled by a similar rage contained within yourself, the flames burnt and consume anything they were able to reach. You did not spare anything from their hateful wrath. You wanted to start fresh and lose any connections to the past. The cross you had once treasured tarnish, as black soot stained the silver. Your priest garbs turned to ash; a photo album of your siblings faded to smoke. You did not have time to mourn. Yakumo slipped his hand into your own and guided you through the back. 

In the distance, you recognised the familiar faces of the elderly couple who had lead you to freedom. They had welcomed you into Yakumo’s life and given you a reason to live. You stopped, turning to face the church that you had once called home. The flames spread like a wildfire and consumed the wooden structure. You watched as the roof collapsed in on to itself. For a moment you believed you could hear screams; screams of the lives lost to those constructing walls. Part of you died in the fire. From the ashes, like a phoenix, you would be reborn. 

Your future was incinerated. You watched as memorising sparkles of orange, yellow and red, turned your world into blackened ash. You felt a desire to smile. You felt a desire to laugh. Filled with childish glee, you turned to Yakumo with tears in your eyes and smiled. 

“For one who has died has been set free from sin.” 

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Another re-post whilst I work on omegaverse Quincy x (Y/N) !

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The Wolf’s Pack, The Dragon’s Horde

A/n: Cregane’s always been the more level headed one. Jacaerys, his mate, has always been the hot headed one. Both are rich, powerful, CEOs of their own companies. How will they fare when they both fall for one omega? Much love to @/raidark for this request! ~14.2k words

Warnings: Smut (MDNI), A/B/O dynamics (Top Alpha CEO Jacaerys Velaryon x Bottom Omega Model Male Reader x Top(?)(he’s kind of a bottom for Jacaerys, but I don’t go into more detail other than Jacaerys saying he knots Cregane) Alpha CEO Cregane Stark), I think that’s all sorry if I missed any!

Ps: Just as a heads up for anyone who missed the announcement yesterday, I am currently taking requests!

Cregane takes a deep breath as the elevator hums in the background. “God today was disgusting.” He mutters, one hand loosening his tie. He watches the city shrink, the sky line more and more prominent against the pastel sky. Before he even knows it the elevator dings. He steps out into his hotel room. Cregane kicks off his shoes, tosses his briefcase to the couch, before ordering room service. He disrobes leaving his clothes on the floor as he showers. He scrubs every inch of his body making sure he’s nice and clean for bed. He delicately touches the claim mark on his neck. Fingers softly pushing into the flesh, he can almost smell and feel you. He gets out of the bathroom, still in his bathrobe, sitting down in the kitchen. He takes the cloche off of his meal before digging in. He checks the time difference on his phone between here and home. “Fuck…it’s late…why’d those dickheads at the top have to pick Tokyo as a meeting place…” Cregane sucks his teeth. He continues to eat while watching the videos you sent him. 

“Hi honey! We miss you!” You blow a kiss to the camera. “Jacaerys is doing his best maintaining both companies…” you snicker before flipping the camera, “isn’t that right Jacey?” You giggle. “God Cregane if you ever leave again without leaving someone in command I’m beating your ass.” Jacaerys jokes. “Anyways I just stopped by to have lunch, I have a photo shoot, it’s a shame neither of you can join, but I’m sure you’ll see it on a magazine cover at some point.” You wink. “Talk to you later Cregane, love you.” You blow another kiss to the camera.

Cregane smiles softly, hand wiping the tear from the corner of his eye. “Fuck I love them so much.” He mutters. He opens his camera app, and starts filming himself. “Hey (Y/n), Jacaerys, I love you both too.” Cregane takes a breath. “I’m sorry about leaving so suddenly, you know how business is Jace. When top brass demands an all hands on deck meeting all of us have to bend, even myself despite being CEO…” He laughs until it ebbs into content silence. “It’s late here so I’ll just send a video ‘cause if I call either one of you, I won’t get any sleep.” He smirks softly. “Anyways…I love you both, (Y/n) good luck on the photo shoot, and Jacaerys don’t fuck up my company.” Cregane sticks his tongue out before ending the video. He sends it off in the aptly named ‘Best Throuple’ group chat.  He goes over to Jacaerys’ private text seeing another video, the preview has you sitting down in a restaurant. He smiles as he clicks play, he thinks Jacaerys got another off guard of you. 

“So (Y/n)…” Jacaerys’ voice comes from behind the camera. “Yeah, babe?” You ask eyes shining brighter than the fairy lights hanging above. “Your last heat was….” Jacaerys trails off. “Oh maybe about…” Your eyes widen, a smirk across your face, “a month ago…why?” You tilt your head. “Just asking.” Jacaerys drawls. “Right…well don’t get any ideas. I’m not even in preheat yet.” You giggle. “I’m going to the bathroom.” You whisper before getting up. The camera flips to Jacaerys. “He smells fucking wonderful Cregane. Like you wouldn’t believe.” Jacaerys whispers. “He’s always scented by us, he doesn’t even remember what his preheat smells or feels like.” Jacaerys gives a knowing smirk. 

Cregane chortles, rolling his eyes. He can remember the day you strolled into his and Jacaerys life. Before he swipes away thinking the video’s over there’s a jump cut. 

You’re face down, back arched, you’re wearing one of Cregane’s dress shirts. Jacaerys has the camera trained on where he’s fucking into you. Your slick and his precum creating a vulgar frothy mix, it’s not the first round of the night.  “Anh! Agnh! Fuck-“ You gasp loudly. “Jace- too deep!” You whine. “Yeah?” He coos from behind the camera. “Then why’re you lifting your hips?” Jacaerys says through grit teeth, an audible clap and your whimper heard. “Fuck- Jace!” You whorishly moan. “What happened baby?” Jacaerys teases, the camera shaking no doubt from the force of the thrusts Jacaerys is giving you. “S’too good…” You sob, your voice broken up by his continued assault. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, don’t you feel guilty going into heat again?” Jacaerys teases. “Cregane missed the last one too…” Jacaerys giggles. “Wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea right?” Jacaerys probes. “Ah! Fuck- no! It’s not- mmmphggh! My fauLT~” Your voice goes up an octave as your orgasm washes over you. “Yeah it’s not your fault. Just keep milking my cock.” Jacaerys groans. “Do you miss Cregane?” He asks his hips slamming into yours again. “Yes!” You moan. “Tell him that.” Jacaerys grunts. “Fuck- Cregane! God- I miss you!” You whimper. 

Cregane laughs breathlessly, his hand going under his bathrobe to his eager friend. He’s already leaking precum like a broken faucet. His hand goes to the base of his cock, squeezing before slowly dragging his fist up, and then back down. He keeps pace before his hips start to jerk forward, his hand too slow to keep up. 

“Yeah I know you do baby.” Jacaerys’ hand forces you down to the bed, he places his weight on top of you. The camera moves, before flipping to the front camera. Both you and Jacaerys are on screen now. “Can’t beg for both of our knots like you normally do right?” Jacaerys teases, with a wicked smile as he stares into the camera, watching your debauched face and relishing the thought Cregane can’t do anything. “Beg for it. You know you need it.” Jacaerys grunts, his thrusts getting louder and louder, you jerk forward with each thrust. “Fuck! Jace- please! I can’t-“ You brokenly sob. “Oh you can’t?” Jacaerys says with faux concern. His free hand slips a few fingers into your mouth, thrusting them back and forth to stifle your sounds. “S’too bad, I’m sure Cregane would’ve loved to hear your whorish little sounds.” Jacaerys stares directly into the camera. You slobber and moan around Jacaerys fingers, your head lightly bobbing back and forth. “Gonna knot you- nod if you want it.” Jacaerys groans. You nod eagerly, crying louder as you arch into Jacaerys. “Yeah good fucking boy.” He spits. The camera flips back around, as Jacaerys has it trained on your puffy hole. His knot keeps slamming against you, before finally being forced in. “Fuck! Take it! Take my load!” Jacaerys roars, before the camera falls to the bedding. The squeaking of the bed is all that’s heard, before you squeal again, no doubt because you’ve orgasmed and Jacaerys renewed his claim mark. The camera moves again, this time your debauched face, relaxed a bit more. “What do we say?” Jacaerys sweetly spoke. “Thank you alpha.” You whisper. “Thank you.” You mewl. 

Cregane bites his lip, he’s close to cumming, especially hearing you being pleasured. He swipes off the finished video and goes back to your chat, scrolling up until he finds his favorite. He smiles seeing your face, he taps the video. 

“Hey Cregane…Ngh-“ You moan softly. “I hope you enjoy this video…” You whine, your body moves as if you’re grinding down on something. “I miss my favorite seat…this one barely gets the job done…” You giggle, take the camera and showing him everything. Jacaerys is buried between your plush mounds of flesh, no doubt eagerly, greedily eating you out. Your cock leaking and leaving a puddle on Jacaerys chest. “Look at how hard he is…” You coo, flipping the camera to show Jacaerys’ flushed angry red tip. You gently squeeze his swollen head, the camera catches the way his legs tense and his toes curl. “You better hold it Jace.” You warn. “Or you’ll never get to knot me.” You giggle. “Oh fuck-“ You moan, grinding down harder on Jacaerys’ face. “Has he been watching you Cregane? He’s gotten better at this-“ You bite your knuckle. “Oh fuck-“ You moan louder. Your thighs close around Jacaerys head. “Cregane!” You shout as your orgasm washes over you. Your sticky sweet seed painting Jacaerys bottom half in ropes. 

There’s another jump cut in the video. 

“That’s right Jacaerys fuck-“ You whimper, one of your legs over his shoulder, the other draped over the arm of the chair. “Keep sucking-“ you moan softly, the camera catches Jacaerys swallowing your cock like a champ, one hand on your thigh, the other moving back and forth fucking his fingers into you. “Fuck!” You moan, your toes curl. “Right there, Jace- fuck!” You whimper. One of your hands pull Jacaerys off, holding him close before letting go and wrapping around your own cock. “Oh fuck! God-“ You stroke yourself until you orgasm, your seed painting Jacaerys’ face. Your body twitches as Jacaerys fingers never stop moving. “Good boy Jacaerys…” you sigh softly. “What do you say?” You ask. “Thank you (Y/n). Thank you Cregane.” He says dazed. “Good boy. Now why don’t you go ahead and knot me?” You coo, before the video ends. 

“Fuuuuck…..” Cregane groans as his seed shoots out and hits the underside of the table and part of his bathrobe. He leans back breathless, almost boneless from the intensity of his release. He snaps a photo of the mess he made, sending it off to Jacaerys. ‘Cheeky little shit, look what you’ve made me do.’ Cregane smiles at his caption, before he gets up and cleans the table and himself. He puts the plate and cloche in the dumbwaiter before sending it down. He lays down in bed, now in his pajamas, he scrolls mindlessly through the channels. He leans back, eyes fluttering shut, a smirk on his face as his mind takes him back to when Jacaerys and he first met you. He can still remember the smell of the coffee house. 

He and Jacaerys had just lost a client, they were both upset, but Cregane had always been the more temperate of the pair. Cregane walked away to use the bathroom, he told Jacaerys to take a seat and he’d order when he came back. Cregane rushes as he hears Jacaerys yelling, but by the time he’s outside Jacaerys’ voice has stopped, and he looks like a whipped dog. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” you jabbed your finger into Jacaerys chest, “but you are nothing and no one to yell at these poor baristas like that!” You shouted in Jacaerys’ face. Cregane rushed over. “Hi I’m sorry, forgive my mate, he’s having a bad day.” Cregane tried to smooth things over, but the moment he saw you, he felt his world freeze, he looked over to Jacaerys and knew he felt the same way. “Oh you’re his handler? Good, get him the fuck outta here.” You demand, before turning back to the baristas. “My god I’m so sorry…the nerve of some people.” You whisper, you took your wallet out, pulling a few hundreds and putting it in their tip jar. “Thank you (Y/n), here’s your drink. On the house.” One of the employees whispered. “Oh you’re too kind thank you.” You smiled. “If your boss gives you any shit about this raggedy knot head let me know.” You say disgusted as you stared at Jacaerys. 

You walked out, giving them a withering look, but neither of them moved until the door dinged as it shut. They both shoved one another out of the way as they ran in the direction they saw you heading in. They both stop, hunching over and trying to catch their breath, watching as you get into an Escalade. “Fuck.” Jacaerys mutters. “God…” Cregane punches the air before getting himself under control. “Are we both feeling the same thing?” Jacaerys asks looking up at Cregane. “I think we are.” He whispers. “Okay…let’s go back to the coffee shop…maybe one of them knows his schedule.” Jacaerys suggests. They both walk back, now sweating, and over their allotted break times. They walk back in, Jacaerys shrinks under the stares of the remaining patrons. “Hi, sorry-“”Out. You don’t get to yell at my employees.” Their manager says. “Wait please let me apologize. I was having a bad day.” Jacaerys pleads. “Even though that’s no excuse, please let us make his outburst right.” Cregane suggests. “Fine.” The manager tersely responds before bringing out the still crying employee. “I am so sorry for raising my voice at you, it wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have done that.” Jacaerys says remorsefully. “Thank you…” They meekly respond, sniffling before heading into the back. “I guess I don’t need to ban you this time. But that’s the only time I’ll be nice.” The manager warns. ”Thank you.” Cregane says, before he drags Jacaerys out and they leave. “Cregane?” Jacaerys says incredulously. “We didn’t even ask about him?” He stresses. “Yeah, we couldn’t exactly ask with your outburst. But we know he frequents here enough to know the manager…we just have to come back.” Cregane says with a smile. 

They went to that coffee house every single day for weeks on end, even coming out of their way to have breakfast on the weekends. They watched and waited, every time the door dinged they perked up and waited but it wasn’t you. It’s not until months later, they still haven’t given up, that you finally walk in again. “Hi (Y/n)!” The barista chirps. “Hey babe.” You smile. “Did he say babe?” Cregane whispers to Jacaerys. “I think so.” Jacaerys says defeated. “Having a good day?” They ask. “Oh absolutely. Another shoot down, heading somewhere more tropical later.” You giggle. “Ugh, lucky.” They groan. “I know babe.” You chortle. “The usual?” They ask. “Yes bestie, thank you.” You pay and leave a hefty tip. As you go down to wait for your drink Jacaerys and Cregane approach. “Oh sorry.” You say backing up. “No, no don’t apologize.” Cregane starts. “We actually wanted to see if you’re open to a date?” Jacaerys slides in. “You’re certainly bold.” You chuckle. “With who?” You raise an eyebrow. “With both of us.” Cregane whispers. You look at Cregane narrowing your eyes looking him up and down. “Do I know you from somewhere?” You ask, looking to Jacaerys. “You do. But before that, let me just say my mate here has changed. He’s not so hot blooded anymore.” Cregane pleads. 

Your eyes widen as you finally remember where you’ve seen them before. “Oh god not you dickheads.” You groan. “Hey!” Jacaerys chimes in. “Oh shut it.” You snap. “You treated the workers here like shit last time I saw you because they couldn’t make whatever the fuck you were ordering.” You spat. “I apologized.” Jacaerys whispers. You raise an eyebrow. “Did you now?” You mutter, before turning and looking over the bar. “Hey, Kathy!” You project. “Yeah, (Y/n)?” She responds. “This asshole made you cry, he ever apologize for that?” You ask point blank. “Oh yeah, after you left actually.” She says with a smirk. “Actually they’ve been here every single day. Always on the lookout for something.” She says softly. “Or someone.” She adds. “Anyways (Y/n) here’s your drink, I gotta get back to work.” She says with a smile turning back to make the rest of the orders. You take a sip before sighing softly. You feel a pair of eyes on you, you slowly turn back having forgotten about Jacaerys and Cregane. “Ugh…” You groan. “Fine. You get one, one, singular, date.” You acquiesce. “Just one?” Cregane says lowly. “Just the one.” You repeat. “If I decide I’m interested…then we can see about a second one.” You tactfully spoke. “But god help you if u hear you’re terrorizing any other employee.” You turn warning Jacaerys. You take out a sharpie, pulling the cap off with your teeth, before scribbling your phone number on Jacaerys tie. “Text me the details.” You giggle before leaving. 

You went about your day, finishing another shoot, and resting before finally looking at your phone. You had two texts from unknown numbers, and you’ve been added to a group chat. 

xxx-xxx-xxxx: This is Jacaerys. Thanks for writing on my tie btw. We’ve picked two restaurants. I picked this sushi restaurant. This is their website in case you wanna look and see what you can order. 

xxx-xxx-xxxx: This is Cregane, thank you for letting us take you on a date, we really appreciate it. I chose this Mexican restaurant, here’s their website so you can look at their menu. Let us know which you’d like, we’re looking forward to hearing from you. 

You smirk reading their texts, you’ve had alphas try to court you one on one, but never as a pair. You didn’t think alphas would be able to set aside their pride and share. Your smile widens as you get to make Jacaerys work harder.

You: Hey boys.

You: Sounds good, I’m feeling more Mexican today. Let’s do that. 

Jacaerys: God fuck me. You win this round Cregane. 

Cregane: We both win Jace. Not just me, not just you, us.

You: So lovey-dovey, take it to your private texts lmaooo

Jacaerys: You’re just jealous but don’t worry we’ll be lovey-dovey with you soon. The reservation is at 8pm. This is the address unless you’d like us to pick you up. 

You: Yeah sure, show up in an all white limo, here’s my address. 

“No way they’re gonna do that.” You think to yourself, as you chortle, before locking your phone and debriefing with set staff, your manager, and agent. “Alright (Y/n), once again good work.” Micheal spoke proudly. “You’re gonna win another Oscar.” He chirps. “It’s for a TV show, if I win anything at all, it’ll be an Emmy.” You giggle. “You’re thinking too small.” Jordan interjected. “It’s TV now, but you’ve got movie contracts in talk right now, don’t sell yourself short.” She pats you on your back. “Thanks guys.” You smile brightly. “Do y’all wanna get dinner?” Kim asks as she enters the room. “Yes, I’m down.” Micheal smiles. “Same, let’s hit the little spot down the street.” Jordan says jumping to her feet. “Can’t.” You say ordering an Uber. “Have a date.” You say with tempered excitement. You can hear a pin drop from how quickly they went quiet. “What?” They say in near perfect unison. “I have a date?” You say making a face. “What? Am I ugly or something? Why’s that shocking?” You cross your arms. “It’s not shocking it’s just…unexpected? We’ve seen a lot of guys hit on you and get turned down.” Micheal breathily laughs. “So who’s the lucky guy?” Jordan asks. “Guys actually. Cregane and Jacaerys.” You evaluate wiggling your eyebrows. 

Their mouths drop wider. “The Jacaerys?” Micheal asks. “The one and only Cregane?” Kim probes. “Yeah? I guess? I don’t know. They asked me out at that little coffee shop I like.” You look around for your drink, you can’t remember if you tossed it already. “Why are they some big important people?” You ask dismissively. “Yeah actually. They’re CEOs. Each. Of their own company, and co-CEOs for a third they founded together.” Micheal elaborates excitedly. “God you’re gonna even more fucking spoiled…” Jordan huffs with a laugh. “Right…well they don’t scream wealth or luxury, so I won’t hold my breath.” You spin around in your chair. “Besides, Jacaerys was kind of a dick to Kathy.” You shrug your shoulders. “Well, we know and love you so we know it won’t happen, but don’t get a big head.” Micheal says warmly. “I won’t- my Uber’s here I gotta go.” You say getting up grabbing your keys, wallet, and phone. You hug each of them as you walk towards the exit. “Have fun you guys! Take photos!” You chirp as you leave. The door shuts behind you as you get into your ride. You watch the buildings pass by as you zoom along to your apartment building. “Thanks!” You smile as you get out and head inside your building, getting in the elevator and hitting the button to the top floor. You unlock your door, kicking your shoes off and stripping down as you walk to the bathroom to get ready for your date. 

You sigh sweetly, the steam dissipating as you walk out of the bathroom, bathrobe loosely tied and drying your hair. You grab your phone and see Cregane and Jacaerys have texted again. You roll your eyes but you can’t lie it’s endearing, somewhat. Seeing how desperate they are. 

Jacaerys: Hey Princey, we’re waiting outside. We know we’re early so no rush, but also kinda rush we have something optional planned we’d like to do with you. 

Cregane: Yeah as Jace said we know we’re early, so no rush but we’d like to do this with you.

You huff a laugh, a smile still tugging at your lips. You can’t imagine what they’ve planned, you only have an hour before the dinner reservation. 

You: I guess I can rush 🙄

You: What’s the dress code for tonight?

Jacaerys: Tuxedo.

Cregane: Ignore him, we figured you wouldn’t want to do anything super highkey for a first date so casual is fine.

You: So I can go in sweats?

Jacaerys: We’d rather you not, at least not this early, though I’m sure you look amazing in some sweats. You got any gray ones?  🤔

Cregane: At least jeans for tonight 😂

You: Cregane +1 for being yourself, Jacaerys -5000000 for the thirst 🤢

You laugh loudly, before locking your phone and tossing it onto your bed. You throw on your underwear, before grabbing your favorite pair of jeans, cuffing the pant legs, a simple white turtle neck, brown bomber jacket, and multi-shade brown sneakers. You look in the mirror, before grabbing your phone, snapping a photo and sending it to their group chat. 

You: Thoughts? Am I overdressed or under?

Jacaerys: Making that your contact pic, you look flawless

Cregane: You look wonderful (Y/n), perfect really. Are you heading down?

You: Yessir, I’m heading down now.

“Where is he?” Jacaerys asks foot tapping against the ground, arms crossed. “He said he’s coming down like a few seconds ago.” Cregane laughs, hands in pockets, clenching closed before trembling softly as they open. “You don’t think we over did it…” Jacaerys starts as he looks around. They’re standing by the white limousine you asked for, neither of them realized you were joking. There’s a red carpet rolled out from the door of the limo to the entrance of your apartment building. “Did we?” Jacaerys laughs nervously. “No….no I don’t think so…” Cregane says awkwardly. “We’re alphas…and rich…” Cregane and jacaerys wince as the words leave Cregane’s mouth, “this much should be expected?” Cregane’s voice ends with an upward inflection. “Yeah. Exactly.” Jacaerys says, his words confident, but his tone unsure. “Alphas court in their tax bracket…this is normal for us…and evidently it should be for him too.” Jacaerys says with certainty. “Look at where he lives,” Jacaerys says arm going from the bottom of the building up to emphasize the size, “He might be a tax bracket or two under us, but he knows wealth.” Jacaerys says strongly. “Wait- Jace shut up he’s coming from the elevator.” Cregane blurts out smiling and facing your direction.  

The elevator dings, the doors make a whoosh sound as they open. You step out heading towards the door. You stumble, it’s unnoticeable to anyone but yourself, you feel a smile tugging at your lips, before you will it away. You notice the red carpet lined up exactly where the door starts all the way to the white limousine doors wait open. Jacaerys is by the door immediately, holding it open for you and offering a hand. “You look stunning (Y/n).” He whispers. “Thank you.” You chirp taking his hand and letting him guide you down the few stairs. “You can really turn the charm on, huh? Just have to do it constantly, not just when you’re courting someone.” You tease. “You look wonderful (Y/n).” Cregane whispers as he holds his hand out. You let go of Jacaerys and take his, letting him help you into the limo. You sit down, Cregane shuffles in behind you, while Jacaerys gets in on the other side. You’re almost sandwiched between them, but thankfully there’s enough space, much to their dismay. “So what’s this special optional thing you guys had me rush for?” Your voice slices through the air. “You’ll see.” Jacaerys says with a smile. “It’ll be fun, I hope.” Cregane adds. The rest of the ride is filled with small talk, that flows freer with the champagne Jacaerys opens and serves. The limo glides to a smooth stop. “We’re here.” Jacaerys says excitedly. He moves first to open the door for you. Your eyes land on the shopping district in front of you. “Right over there.” Cregane says, hand on the small of your back as he points to a high-end jewelry store. 

You raise an eyebrow, before looking to Jacaerys and Cregane. “I hope you both know I can’t be bought.” You cross your arms. “Oh we’re well aware.” Jacaerys says disappointed. “It’s a selling point for us.” He adds. “Selling point? I’m not product.” You snicker. “What he means is that we’ve had a few omegas come on to us, either alone or together for the sole purpose of getting money, or baby trapping us. We like that you can’t be bought.” Cregane clarifies. “Jacaerys you gotta expand that vocabulary.” You punch the bridge of your nose. “I will, if that’s what you want.” Jacaerys blurts out. “Please don’t take this chance away just yet…” Jacaerys meekly says. You make a face, shocked at his sincerity. “Well…I guess I’ll just have to stick it out for now.” You say softly. “Thank you.” Jacaerys beams. “Let us lead you?” Cregane asks, hand outreached. “Such a gentleman.” You tease, taking his hand. You all enter the jewelry store, and immediately the managers and employees herd everyone else out of the establishment. “Mr. and Mr. Velaryon-Stark.” The woman greets happily. 

“Thank you so much for paying us a visit.” She shakes each of their hands before her eyes land on you. You can tell she recognizes you instantly, she wants to fan out, but she can’t not in front of these alphas. “And you must be the man of the hour.” She holds her hand out, you can see the nervous twitch in her. “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you…?” You pause. “Ashely.” She says. “Ashely.” You finish. “What brings you to our establishment?” She asks Cregane. “Our special friend here can pick whatever he’d like, including whatever you’ve got in the vault here, there’s no spending limit.” Cregane says with a smile. “That seems a bit excessive-“”It isn’t. Not if it’s for you, (Y/n).” Jacaerys interjects. “It’s not an exaggeration either, pick whatever you’d like, however much you’d like.” He says leaning against the glass case. You laugh in disbelief, turning to Ashely. “They’re not serious right?” You ask. “No, they very much are. Should I bring anything up from the vault?” She asks kindly. “You know what? Sure. Yeah go ahead, bring up bracelets and necklaces from the vault.” You shake your head. “Yay!” Jacaerys celebrates. “You better pick stuff B T W, or we’ll just empty this place out, and let you send back things you don’t end up wearing.” He adds. “This doesn’t mean I’m letting you two court me.” You remind. “This is still just the one date.” You reaffirm. “We’re aware.” Cregane spoke softly. “We’re alphas. Providers. This is a gift from us to you, with no strings attached.” He adds. “None at all.” Jacaerys mumbles. 

Your eyes widen before they soften just a touch. “Well if you two are certain.” You sigh. Ashely comes back with a wide variety of pieces. Some are too understated, even more you would consider too gaudy, but a handful are just enough. Flashy enough to be seen, understated enough to be effortless. You look through the vault collection picking two pieces, a Cuban link necklace and a diamond tennis bracelet, you don’t bother looking at either of the price tags. Jacaerys and Cregane watch with heart eyes, unconsciously crooning watching as their omega- you spend their money. They both look at their watches to see how much time they have when they notice your eyes keep scanning the same display case. “Need help?” Jacaerys whispers as they both approach. “Kind of…” You absentmindedly mutter. “I want these…” You say handing them the necklace and bracelet, “I just feel like I’m missing something…” You whisper. “How about a watch?” Cregane suggests. “Or maybe a ring?” Jacaerys adds. Your eyes widen. “Ashely I’m so sorry could you please bring up all the rings, plain bands, from the vault up?” You ask gingerly. “Of course.” She smiles taking back everything else you didn’t choose. 

You look at the pieces you’ve chosen, they look regal, feel luxurious, and work wonderfully with what you’re wearing. You snap out of it as Ashely comes back holding two cases. She sets them down gently in front of you, she undoes the ribbon and locks securing the boxes. She gingerly opens them, before turning them to face you. “Ooooo…” You coo, looking over each of the rings. You pick one up, inspecting it, before setting it down and grabbing another, repeating again and again before you groan loudly. “I need a ring, you two pick one for me.” You walk away sitting atop one of the jewelry cases, eyes shut, arms crossed. Jacaerys and Cregane smile softly their gaze meeting before turning back to the cases. Jacaeys’ eyes quickly scan the pieces, before landing on one. “This one.” He says grabbing it and looks it over. Cregane pours over each ring, looking closely, weighing their color against the pieces you’ve already chosen. “I think this one fits best.” He smiles softly looking it over, he goes to show Jacaerys, and finally sees the ring Jacaerys has chosen. “No. We’ve gotta pick one, and clearly mine’s a winner.” Jacaerys blows a raspberry. “No mine is.” Cregane pushes back without the childish antics. They go back and forth until their phones go off they have no more time left. “There’s no need for us to argue, (Y/n) can just pick.” Jacaerys says with a smirk before they both turn to you. 

Your hands go to hold the edge of the case you’re sitting on. Your legs start to kick in excitement as they approach you each hold something, before you realize and stop yourself. “Sooo what have the alphas chosen?” You ask unimpressed. “Here’s my pick.” Jacaerys says showing you the solid gold band. When you reach out to grab it, he closes his fist. “May I?” He asks softly. You raise an eyebrow but give him your hand. “Just don’t get any ideas.” You tease. “Too late for that.” Jacaerys giggles holding your hand with a featherlight touch as he slides the gold band onto your ring finger. “Looks perfect…” Jacaerys murmurs, he brings your hand half way to his mouth, but he pauses, shoots you a smile and lets your hand drop. You hold your hand up, watching as the precious metal shines in the light. It’s a good pick, but you’re not going to tell him that. “Hmm. Seems good enough.” You mumble, before looking to Cregane. “Is this also your pick?” You ask softly. “No (Y/n),” Cregane giggles, “this is.” He says holding up the band. He goes to give it to you, letting the band sit in his palm. “Well?” You give him a small smile, holding up your ring-free hand. “Don’t keep me waiting.” You snicker. 

“Oh so for Cregane you’re nice and demure, for me you’re brazen.” Jacaerys laughs. “Exactly, see you can be smart.” You stick tongue out at Jacaerys. Cregane holds your hand like he could break it, slowly sliding the solid platinum band onto your ring finger. You hold it up to the light, watching the sheen, before dropping your hand and groaning again. “I can’t pick.” You murmur. “You don’t have to?” Cregane says confused. “Yeah (Y/n), we’re not so destitute we can’t afford this little shopping spree.” Jacaerys says confidently, before giving Ashely his card. “Here you go, I’m pretty sure he’s just gonna walk out wearing the pieces, so any packaging please just put in bag for him.” He adds. “Of course Mr. Velaryon-Stark.” She takes his card. You keep leaning side to side, giggle as Cregane blocks your view of the till. “This is not something you need to pay us back for. We’re aware it’s not a courting gift, you’re not gonna owe us for the gifts.” He says with a smile. “I really should record you when you say things like that, make sure I have something in case you both take me to court.” You laugh. “Okay. Yeah, pull your phone out, I’ll say it again.” Cregane says with a smile but full sincerity. “Oh no honey, I was joking.” You say waving your hand off. “I at least know you two wouldn’t do that to me.” You say softly. 

Cregane’s eyes widen, a light dusting of blush slowly graces his features. “Thank you, (Y/n). That uh- that means a lot.” Cregane says a little more nervous than earlier. He can see and feel you’re softening, and the possibility that this’ll be more than a one off is setting in. “He knows we’re not evil?” Jacaerys says draping an arm around Cregane’s shoulder. “Ahhh (Y/n), a man after my own heart.” Jacaerys visibly swoons, leaning closer to your face, lips puckered as he makes kissing sounds. “Alright Casanova, not too much now.” You giggle pushing Jacaerys’ face back. “And we’re back to brazen.” Jacaerys sighes. “You’re lucky I like you. Both of your personalities.” He giggles. “Ladies, ladies, you’re both gorgeous,” Cregane speaks up with a smirk, he lifts his hand to check his watch, “Our table should be ready by now.” He says before his eyes meet yours, a small smile gracing his face. It feels unnatural to him, but he does it anyways, he chooses to hold your graze. “We should get going then.” You say softly, before you hop off of the display case Cregane offers a hand. “I know you said this isn’t a competition between you two, but I gotta say, if it was, you’d be winning.” You snort, taking Cregane’s hand as you slide off. 

He leads you to the door, Jacaerys following right behind. “Thanks for your help Ashely!” You chirp as you exit. “It’s just down the street.” Cregane says, pointing. You all start walking, Cregane’s fingers twitch, his eyes trained on your hand. “Uhm- (Y/n)…could I…holdyourhand?” He blurts out. “What was that big guy?” You ask gently. “Can I hold your hand?” He asks again. “Yeah, of course.” You smile brighter, eyes crinkling. “Doesn’t this feel right?” Jacaerys says through a fake yawn, as his arm reaches up and lands over your shoulders. “I should make you ask on your knees to do that, your set up wasn’t even smooth.” You laugh, but you don’t move his arm. “Cregane I’m finally break ground.” Jacaerys celebrates with a smirk on his face. “I could always push your arm off you know…” You mumble. “I’m sorry.” Jacaerys whispers, getting closer to you, his hip nearly bumping into yours as you all walk. It’s a kind of awkward sight, Cregane holding your hand, Jacaerys’ arm on you, completely endearing though. Jacaerys breaks away to open the door for you all when you reach the restaurant. “Good evening, table for three?” The hostess asks. “We have a reservation actually. Velaryon-Stark.” Cregane speaks up. “Ah! Yes we’ve been expecting you. Welcome.” She slightly bows, before grabbing three menus. “Right this way.” She chirps, leading you all to the elevator. The moment you’re all in, she hits the top floor. The elevator hums, before it dings as it opens on the rooftop. It’s either been cleared out, or Cregane and Jacaerys rented an event space for a private dinner. 

“You guys really know how to woo someone.” You say breathlessly. “We’ve only ever courted each other, and we’re both alphas.” Jacaerys shrugs. “What he meant is we did some research for what people like, what omegas like.” Cregane says with a laugh. “And you guys are knocking it out of the park.” You smile softly. “What was that?” Jacaerys says excitedly. “Nothing. Cregane be a dear and pull out my seat?” You ask sickly sweet, hand on his bicep. You stick your tongue out at Jacaerys as you hang off of Cregane. “Of course. Only the best for the omega we want to court.” He smirks, shooting Jacaerys a smug look before doing as you asked. He pushes your chair in before grabbing your napkin cloth and draping it over your lap. “Thanks sweetie.” You coo, getting comfortable. “You’re welcome…honey…?” Cregane looks to Jacaerys who vigorously nods. “You’re a natural charmer. Jacaerys could learn a thing or two from you.” You remark. You open the menu and frown immediately. “Which one of you is responsible?” You deadpan, flipping your menu over to reveal the prices have been blacked out. “….Jacaerys…” Cregane utters looking away as Jacaerys gives him a scandalized look. “You really want this to work huh?” You say quietly. “Oh if it’s endearing then it was me.” Cregane immediately reverses course. “No it was me (Y/n), you heard Cregane, he’s just trying to take credit for it now.” Jacaerys tries to keep what little he’s gotten. “I have the texts to prove it was me.” Cregane says unimpressed. “Why don’t you two just share credit?” You laugh. “You’re a package deal right? This isn’t gonna work if I only like one of you.” You remind them. “Yeah we are.” Jacaerys says with a smile, placing his hand on Cregane’s. 

The hostess came back with a bottle of champagne. You recognized the brand, you didn’t know exactly how much it was, only that it was expensive. Probably obscenely expensive. You’d only had it when you won awards for your acting. “This is the highest quality we have.” The hostess says disappointed. Cregane and Jacaerys share a look, before Jacaerys gets up and walks away with her. “Sorry (Y/n), that champagne is…basically…like swill?” He says cringing. “There’s a better one we like. It’s a lot sweeter, more bubbles…Jacaerys will either get it or pay the hostess double triple her monthly to get it for us. There’s a liquor store not far from here though, it shouldn’t be that much of a hassle…” Cregane trails off. You laugh with disbelief. “I didn’t know it was swill…” You say absentmindedly. “Yeah…once you’ve had this champagne everything else just pales in comparison.” Cregane smiles. “You know, I’ve only ever had that, when I win something…I thought it tasted good, but I guess I don’t know champagne.” You laugh. “Oh! I don’t- didn’t mean- uhm- it’s just-“”Breath Cregane, I’m not offended.” You assure him. “I realize you two are far wealthier than I am, so obviously there was bound to be differences in taste right?” You offer. “But I mean…you guys like me….and I like the both of you…” You trail off, feeling heat rising to your face. “So we have good taste in common?” Cregane throws you a softball. “Yeah. Exactly.” You smile softly. The two of you make small talk, and before either of you realize it, Jacaerys is back with the correct champagne bottle. “Had to have a chat with the manager.” Jacaerys laughs. “A nice chat!” He sputters. “One where I didn’t yell, or belittle! Just asked nicely.” He defends himself, but he trails off when he hears you laughing instead of berating him. “You’re learning to be a good boy, huh?” You ask, chin resting against your knuckles. Jacaerys feels his heart stop, blood rushing south. “Oh. Oh. I like that.” He thinks to himself. 

“Soooo…are you gonna make a big show of popping the cork off?” You ask excitedly. “Like with a sword? Like how they do in those TikToks and Instagram reels?” Your fingers thump on table. “Well…we can.” Jacaerys shrugs, before grabbing a butter knife. “Not a sword…but it’ll have to do.” He snickers. “I doubt they have a sword here, and I doubt even more that they’d let me use it for this if I asked.” He wagers, before standing. He wraps the bottle in cloth, he aims the neck of the bottle and the cork away from you all. He places the butter knife at the base of the neck. He takes a deep breath, he squeezes his eyes shut, before he slides the knife up in one fast fell swoop. Jacaerys timidly opens one eye, seeing the cork still firmly on the bottle. “Fuck…” He mumbles, embarrassment burning as he feels his face heat up. “That’s how it’s done right?” You ask softly. “You showed us aaaaaa tutorial, now you’ll really do it?” You smile. Jacaerys softens a smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. Exactly.” Jacaerys answers. “You’ve got this babe.” Cregane cheers, as Jacaerys tries again. He repeats the motion this time pushing down harder, moving even quicker to compensate. Jacaerys closes his eyes again, but this time he hears the cork fly off, before some champagne hits the ground from the overflowing fizz. “Champagne flutes please.” He says excitedly as he pours a glass for each of you. He sits down, placing the open champagne bottle into the ice bin. Jacaerys holds his flute up, he clears his throat. “To new connections.” He smiles brightly. “To (Y/n).” Cregane lifts his glass. “To us, and seeing where this goes.” You lift your glass. 

You take a sip, and clearly you’re not a champagne connoisseur because you’d prefer a flute of the swill they brought earlier. “Not to your liking?” Cregane laughs, seeing your slightly disappointed expression. “It’ll grow on me.” You giggle. “You can order anything you’d like (Y/n). That includes the drink menu.” Jacaerys chimes in. You open the menu and look through settling on your favorite go to dish, and a margarita. “You know, I’m glad you chose Cregane’s restaurant.” Jacaerys says as he flips through the menu. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” You probe. “I’m realizing now I didn’t check to see if he had a safe food.” Jacaerys says offhandedly. “Don’t say it like it’s the end of the world.” Cregane bemoans with a smile. “It wouldn’t have been a problem. I would’ve found something, or tried something new.” Cregane says with a laugh. “Aww you’d do that for little old me?” You bat your eyelashes. “I’d do more than just that for you, if only you’d ask.” Cregane beams. “Me too. Don’t leave me out of this, please.” Jacaerys chimes in. “How could we leave out the resident golden boy?” You chirp. You all laugh as the waitress comes to the table, taking the food order, and your one drink order. The night goes on as the food comes out and the drinks keep flowing. Before you even realized it, you went shot for shot with them and drank them under the table. 

“Ugh we’re no match for you (Y/n).” Jacaerys groans, shaking his head as the tequila burns its way down his throat. You’re a giggly mess as you lean back against the chair. Shot glasses litter the table, 6 in front of Cregane who tapped out when he felt a buzz, 10 in front of Jacaerys who didn’t want to be outdone, and 11 in front of you because you wanted to prove a point. You blindly slowly, yawn louder, you seem unfocused as you reach for your margarita. “Maybe have some water, (Y/n).” Cregane suggests softly, moving your drink away from your hand. “Why would I do that?” You slur through a laugh. “I’ve got two alphas looking out for me. Good looking, charming ones at that…” You chuckle leaning forward, resting on the table. “Gosh you guys are so handsome.” You mumble, pupils dilating and contracting as you look to each of them. “Oh this is sooo good.” Jacaerys says lowly to Cregane. “Are we (Y/n)?” Jacaerys asks softly. “Don’t act like you don’t know Jace, modesty doesn’t look good on you.” You remark. “I can’t figure out why you’re both here with me…you have each other already…” You softly spoke. “Am I that good looking to you both?” You snicker. “I’m not even in glam…” You yawn loudly, eyes blinking even slower. “You’re so much more than you realize (Y/n).” Cregane says softly, buzzed enough to be uninhibited as he places his hand on yours. “You’re the prize here (Y/n), not us.” Jacaerys adds placing his hand on top of Cregane’s. 

Your eyes widen, a hint of lucidity, of realization that’s gone before they notice. You giggle as you snatch the margarita back and finish it off. “You both gotta be careful with your words…” You drawl out, before reaching for the water Cregane offers. “Why’s that?” Cregane asks. “I might believe you two.” You say leaning back and looking up at the night sky. You can’t look them in the eyes, you don’t want to see what they’re thinking. “What if we want that?” Jacaerys asks softly. “Hmm?” You ask slightly shaking your head as you dare and defy yourself and meet their eyes. “What if we want that?” Jacaerys repeats himself. “I’m not…” You trail off. “We want you to believe that. Not because we’re saying it, but because it’s true.” Cregane spoke lowly, reverently. “Hmm.” You grunt softly, before another yawn rips out of you. “Gosh I’m so sorry…I promise I can hang.” You giggle, leaning down and resting against your forearm. “I’m sure you can, but since you’re already tired why don’t we pick this up another day?” Cregane laughs as Jacaerys gets up and heads downstairs. “Are you sure? You guys didn’t have anything planned after this?” You yawn again. “Yeah, we’re sure. If you’ll have us for a second date.” Cregane says softly. “That sounds nice…” Your eyes flutter shut, your breathing evens out into soft snores. 

Cregane smiles gingerly, his hand going to yours again, his thumb gently swiping across your knuckles. “It’ll be a dream come true, every single day.” Cregane whispers. “Alright, the bills been taken care of we can-“”Shh!” Cregane hushes Jacaerys quickly and harshly. “Oh shit did he…?” Jacaerys whispers. “Huh-?” You jump, eyes flitting about as you try and recall where you are. When your eyes land on Cregane you smile brightly, eyes nearly shut from how hard you’re smiling. Your eyes drift over to Jacaerys. “Blech.” You faux gag before laughing. “Oh gotta give you a smile ‘cause you’ll bitch and moan if I don’t…” You mutter lowly, but loud enough for them to hear, before smiling, it’s just as genuine as the one you gave Cregane but thrice as snarky. Cregane chortles, trying to stifle his laughter. “Well our fair Prince is up now.” Jacaerys laughs, lovingly rolling his eyes, he walks over squatting down to look up at you. “So what did you wanna do now?” Jacaerys asks. “Cregane said we should go home…” You slur slightly. “Did he now?” Jacaerys smirks as he looks back to Cregane. “Always the responsible one, huh?” Jacaerys giggles. “Well, you do look like you should sleep this off…” He says softly. He trails off nearly short circuiting, freezing as you lean forward and kiss his cheek. “I guesss you deserve a reward for how well behaved you’ve been.” You laugh breathily. “God I wish you weren’t drunk.” Jacaerys finally manages to get out. “Yeah we’re taking you home (Y/n), come on up and at’em.” Cregane laughs, as he helps you to your feet. “You’ve been a gentleman this whole night too.” You hiccup as you angle Cregane’s face and place a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back and giggling watching as he chases after you. 

“Alright (Y/n), let’s get you downstairs and back into the limo.” Cregane laughs as he hangs his head. “Oh are we ending this?” You ask sadly. You start taking off the jewelry they gave you, but they stop you. “We just meant the date, nothing else.” Cregane clarifies. “Yeah (Y/n), we just want to get you home, you gotta sleep this off.” Jacaerys adds, testing his luck and cupping your face. “Your hands are warm…” You mumble nuzzling into his palm. “God how are you this adorable…” Jacaerys mutters. “Oh- fuck- uh downstairs right?” You ask, composing yourself. Your expression straightens, your posture is upright, you’d look sober to anyone who didn’t watch you knock back that many drinks. “Okay, let’s goooo…” You drawl heading down stairs. Cregane immediately flanks you when you stumble, holding onto you. “Thank youuuu.” You slur with a giggle before you go neutral again. They’re both impressed with how quickly you’re able to look sober. As you three head down, you have to go through a crowd of people. Cregane stiffens and tenses with all the bodies around him, he can hear every breath every single one of them takes. Every sound too loud, all of it against the backdrop hum of the fluorescent lights. “Jace.” He says with a tense jaw. “Take (Y/n).” He gets out, only letting go when Jacaerys has a grip on you. “Too many people?” Jacaerys asks concerned. Cregane nods before rushing down the rest of stairs. “Was it something I said?” You mumble with a giggle. “No not you, just one too many people up here. Can you walk a bit faster?” Jacaerys asks. You nod, picking up the pace with him, rushing out to find Cregane. 

You both look around neither of you spot him. You start down the street only for Jacaerys to pull you back. “I have his location, just a sec.” Jacaerys says, lacing his fingers with yours as he waits for the app to load. “Ah, got him.” Jacaerys says pulling up the map app to lead you both to Cregane. Jacaerys starts walking pulling you along with him. “I’m tired…” You yawn. “I know (Y/n), let’s just find Cregane and then we’ll take you home.” Jacaerys assures you, leading you both into the park. “Ah there he is.” Jacaerys says as he spots Cregane sitting on a bench. He’s hunched over hand squeezing shut before spreading wide open. “Hey big guy.” You slur, before taking a step back. “Hi (Y/n).” Cregane responds unable to meet your eyes. “Hey bud, you doing good?” Jacaeys asks concerned. “Better now.” Cregane whispers. “Let us know when you’re good to go.” Jacaerys pats Cregane’s back before tapping the bench next to himself trying to signal you over. You look at him, before your eyes dart to the bench, you make a face before going over to Cregane. You’re right in front of him before you speak. “Am I too close? Too far? Or not close enough?” You ask with a slight hiccup, but full clarity. “Not close enough.” Cregane whispers. 

His head lifts up when he sees you get closer, your unfocused dazed eyes staring at his lap. Cregane wordlessly leans back, eyes widening as you sit down on his lap. “How about now?” You ask softly. “Good.” Cregane utters. You wrap an arm around his neck, a hand on the back of his head as you pull him into the crux of your neck. Your scent of caramel slowly filling Cregane’s olfactory. “How about now?” You slur. “Perfect.” Cregane says warmly. You hum in agreement, letting Cregane’s ragged breathing slowly calm and steady against your skin. Jacaerys doesn’t say anything, not a snarky comment, his hand rubs soothing circles into Cregane’s back as you three sit silently. “I think I’m good to go.” Cregane utters pulling away from your neck. “You sure?” You mumble your chin still resting atop his head. “Yeah (Y/n).” Cregane chortles. “I think it’s time we get you home.” He says patting your back as you stand. “Okayyyy.” You drawl with a yawn. “The limos waiting for us at the south entrance.” Jacaerys informs you both, before starting his stride. You and Cregane catch up, before all walking in step and getting in the limousine. The ride there is quiet, with your soft snores filling the air. The limo crawls to a stop right in front of your building. 

“(Y/n) we’re here.” Jacaerys whispers, trying to wake you. He gets no answer, Cregane gets the same reaction when he tries. “We might have to carry him up.” Jacaerys whispers. “Alright then. You want the honors?” Cregane offers. “Thank you so much darling.” Jacaerys kisses Cregane’s cheek, before he scoops you up. While Jacaerys holds you, Cregane reaches into your pockets to grab your key. “Hello, just dropping him off.” Cregane says to the building attendant. “Sure, just sign in.” He responds passing him their visitor log book. “Oh, just a heads up, he lives on the top floor, the tiny key on his keyring has to be inserted so the elevator can go all the way up.” The attendant forms them, taking back the book that now has Cregane’s and Jacaerys’ signature. “Oh wow. He’s living the high life too.” Jacaerys snickers as you all get in the elevator. Cregane fumbles with the small key, but he manages to get it into the keyhole and turns it. He clicks the button and nods in amazement as the elevator hums and starts to rise. The doors slide open, both Cregane’s and Jacaerys’ mouth drop open as they take in your home. It’s a lush penthouse suite with a second floor. It has a modern aesthetic and you get a clear view of the city and its skyline. 

“Oh my god…” Jacaerys mumbles as he helps himself to a small tour. “Are we sure we’re richer than him?” Cregane says with a laugh, but the worry is evident. “Yeah…I mean I’m sure, we’ve combined income…but this is nice.” Jacaerys laughs. He shuts his mouth as you shift in his arms. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.” Jacaerys says softly. Jacaerys and Cregane start opening doors at random trying to find your bedroom. Instead they finds what looks to be a photo studio, a gaming room, not one but two walk in closets, a nesting room that Cregane and Jacaerys both hover around looking inside and smiling softly to themselves before moving on, a few guest rooms, and three bathrooms, before they finally find what looks to be your bedroom. He gingerly lays you down, while Cregane looks around without touching anything. Jacaerys stands at your left side, while Cregane moves over to your right. “Alright (Y/n), you have our phone numbers, we’re gonna head out now.” Jacaerys says softly, he leans down to kiss your cheek. “Sweet dreams (Y/n), we’ll send breakfast and coffee tomorrow so you’re not too sick.” Cregane whispers as he kisses your other cheek. 

They freeze at the door, before looking back to you. “Don’t go…” You mumble, your face scrunched up, tossing and turning. Their hearts swoon, before they swallow the lumps in their throats. “We’ll be in the living room (Y/n), nothing will touch you.” Jacaerys says a little louder. You seem to relax at that, so Jacaerys and Cregane slowly exit and shut the door as softly as possible, before going and sitting down in your living room. They both lean back looking up at the ceiling. “How well do you think we did today?” Jacaerys breaks the silence. “Really good?” Cregane says with an upward infection. “I don’t know…I mean he felt comfortable enough to have a drink with us…” Cregane whispers, “and fall asleep around us…” Jacaerys adds. “I think he likes you more though, and I don’t blame him.” Jacaerys snickers. “You’re the full package and nice, I’m the full package and a dickhead.” He chortles. “I wouldn’t say that Jace. I think he likes the both of us.” Cregane rebuffs. “He just shows it differently.” He adds. Jacaerys hums in agreement, before sliding over closer to Cregane, and nuzzling into his side. 

“Do you think he’ll say yes to second date?” Jacaerys whispers against Cregane’s chest. “I think he will…I don’t know what did it, but he softened a lot from when we first met him and from when we first picked him up…” Cregane says hopeful. “Yeah you’re right…” Jacaerys whispers, “well get comfy, we have to sleep on this couch.” Jacaerys laughs as he takes off his coat. “I already am, c’mere.” Cregane laughs. Before they can fall asleep, they hear your door open, you sleepily strut/stumble out, a blanket dragging behind you. Your sleep shorts hug your lower half nicely, and the baggy shirt you’re wearing is endearing. “You guys left me in there alone….” You yawn, as you climb onto Cregane’s lap. You drape the blanket over the three of you, before you bury your face in Cregane’s neck and drag Jacaerys down to rest his face in yours. Before either of them can ask for clarification, or if you’re sure, you’re already asleep again. Jacaerys and Cregane croon without realizing, but before either of them can second guess it, you start purring. Neither of them speak, they look to each other, eyes bright, before they nuzzle into your warm body, and join you falling asleep.

The sunlight billows in, filtered by the curtains before they draw open right on their set schedule. Direct sunlight hits Cregane in the face, he stirs waking up Jacaerys too. Neither of them say anything noting you haven’t woken up yet. They watch you contentedly, only interrupted by the growl of Jacaerys stomach. Jacaerys blushes as Cregane holds back a laugh. His eyes widen, he mouths, ‘gonna get breakfast. Be back soon.’ to Cregane before he begrudgingly peels himself away from you. Jacaerys takes your keys before riding the elevator down, leaving Cregane to admire your angelic sleeping face. He bites his lip, his fingers tugging at the edges of his scent patch. He pulls it half off watching your expression, your nose twitches and your face scrunches in confusion. “It’s just me (Y/n).” Cregane whispers, smiling as your face relaxes. He pulls off the scent patch in its entirety letting his fresh snowfall and pine scent fill the air and your olfactory. He holds back a laugh as you bury your face deeper, purr louder at his scent finally blooming. Cregane tilts his head back hearing the elevator ding and the doors open. 

Jacaerys walks in holding a brown paper bag, and a tray of coffee cups. Jacaerys’ eyes meet Cregane’s, he holds up the bag and tray with a smile, before his nose twitches and he falters. Jacaerys walks over, noting Cregane took off his scent patch. He slowly moves back to where you had him, your arm instinctively wraps around him, pulling him close. Jacaerys bears his neck, letting Cregane pull off his scent patch. Jacaerys’ smoke and sea salt slowly diffuses and fills your olfactory, your face scrunches in confusion again but Cregane stops Jacaerys from putting the scent patch back. Cregane mimes that Jacaerys needs to speak. “Uhm- (Y/n) it’s just me.” He says softly, watching in awe as your face relaxes, and you pull him closer. Your own scent comes forth in response to theirs again, your caramel mixing with theirs into a heady relaxing aroma. Jacaerys nuzzles into your chest, allowing himself this one indulgence. Cregane says nothing, his hand goes to rub the back of Jacaerys’ head, softly, reverently. They enjoy the blissful sleep until you finally start to stir. 

You yawn loudly, arms stretching with closed fists. Cregane yelps as you accidentally uppercut him. “I biht mhy tohngue…” Cregane whimpers. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t-“ you pause trying to remember how you ended up in Cregane’s lap with Jacaerys on your chest. “S’okay youh didn’t khnow.” Cregane gingerly soothes you despite the ache and iron taste in his mouth. You slowly start to piece everything together from last night, you remember leaving your room and coming out to them when you heard their voice. You feel heat rushing to your face as you realize the position you’re in. “I guess it’s obvious this was more than a one off?” You ask trying to save face. “No, I’d still like clarification.””Yeah it’s so obvious.” Cregane and Jacaerys speak in unison before shooting each other a look and laughing. “Yeah this is more than a one off…” You hang your head laughing. “I really enjoyed last night…getting to know you Cregane, and seeing the character development Jacaerys has put in since the last time I saw him.” You chortle. “Good.” They say together looking at you warmly. 

Your stomach rumbles as you stand. “You guys hungry? I can make something or order in-“ before you take another step Cregane and Jacaerys drag you back onto the couch. “I brought breakfast already.” Jacaerys says going to get the brown bag and coffees. “Here you go.” He says with a smile as he hands out an aluminum wrapped sandwich and a coffee cup to each of you. “Oh god don’t tell me…” You moan in delight as you realize it’s a greasy bacon egg and cheese sandwich. You take a bite immediately softly groaning as you savor it. “This is so good. Thank you.” You chirp, swallowing it down with another sip of coffee. You go to wipe your mouth, but Jacaerys beats you to it. “Thanks.” You mumble looking away from Jacaerys. “Oh come on don’t be shy…” Jacaerys teases. “What happened to the little spit fire from last night?” He jests. “Oh fuck off you little shit.” You groan. “You gonna go all Karen- or Kevin I guess, on me?” You chortle. “So uncalled for.” Jacaerys say tracing a tear down his face before laughing. The rest was history, just one date, a drop in the bucket that lead to countless more. Cregane’s sleeping subconscious took him through the rest of the firsts you all had, settling on his favorite first of all.

The three of you are sprawled out in your nest room. Your nest large enough for the three of you now, and smelling like each of you. You’ve all been spending more time in here, not that they were complaining. “Uh why are you so warm and clingy all of a sudden (Y/n)?” Cregane asks, before getting smacked upside the head by Jacaerys, who is just as wrapped up in you as Cregane is. “Not that I don’t like this!” Cregane blurts out. “I love this, but I’m just curious.” He clarifies. Your pheromones spike, you groan softly. Cregane’s and Jacaerys’ eyes both widen as they realize you’re in preheat. “God your scent was already intoxicating…” Jacaerys groans against your neck. “This is even better my god…” Cregane whispers, his nose inhaling deeply against your scent gland. “Nnngh- wait…” You manage to get out, pushing them back. “I- I did research…” You start. “Yeah? What about?” Jacaerys asks breathlessly. “About us…about our pack…and others like it…” You start. “You guys have to claim me at the same time…” You elaborate. “Can you even fit two knots in that greedy hole of yours?” Jacaerys asks before Cregane returns the earlier slap upside his head. “It’s an important question!” Jacaerys defends rubbing the back of his head. 

“No it’s not!” Cregane argues with a laugh. “Well…I’ll be in heat…so probably…” You look away unable to meet their heated gazes. “You guys just need to claim my scent glands at the same time…doesn’t matter whose knot is in me, or if both are…” You elaborate. Cregane’s hand traces up your thigh, while Jacaerys draws a line up the curve of your spine. “So…” Cregane draws closer, his hot breath fanning on your neck. “How close are you?” Jacaerys finishes his question, dragging his tongue in a stripe up along your pulse point. “Not close enough that you guys have to stay home.” You manage to get out without stuttering. “I took two weeks off…you guys should at least go to work today…” You huff. “What if we don’t want to leave?” Jacaerys asks, leaning in. “I’ll revoke access to my nest Jacaerys. Don’t play with me.” You say seriously, but the smile on your lips takes away any bite. “Okay! We’ll get up.” Jacaerys folds immediately, standing with Cregane. “We’re gonna get ready, we’ll say bye before we go.” Cregane says lovingly. They both strip down, leaving their clothes for you to add to your nest. “Okay go on…” You say without opening your eyes, you know what they’re doing and you’re not going to fold. They get ready quickly, having spent too much time in bed with you. They’re ready at the drop of a hat, they quickly come in and kiss you goodbye softly. “We’ll be back by 5pm sweetie.” Jacaerys whispers. “Stay strong.” Cregane adds as the two ride the elevator down. 

Throughout the day your temperature slowly dials up. You keep having to stop yourself when you realize your phone is in your hand and Jacaerys’ number is already dialed. You try to make dinner but you can barely think of anything other than Jacaerys’ and Cregane’s cocks and knots. You feel wobbly all day, but when your knees finally give out you know it’s time. You crawl back into your nest room, looking at the clock on the wall. You count down every agonizing second until it’s 5pm. Your heat takes hold an hour before they’re due back. The burn in the pit of your stomach is stronger this time than your last heat, like your body knows you have two alphas taking care of you. Your body is an oven, your nest soaked in sweat and slick, you’re open mouth panting. Your eyes keep finding themselves on the clock, you’re sure you’re delirious it’s almost 6pm, how are they not home yet? You know you can’t reach your phone, you don’t even remember where you left it. You groan and whine in pain, as the clock reads 6:30pm. “Where…are they?” You nearly cry out. Your hand goes down to your slick drenched hole. You softly grunt and moan as you tease two fingers inside yourself. “Nnngh~” You moan sweetly. Your free hand goes to pinch and tweak your nipple. Before you know it you’re four fingers deep inside your core, your palm slaps against your taint, but it’s still not enough, it’s never enough if it’s not them. 

A broken sob rips from your throat, the kind that would have your alpha rushing to check on you, but they’re not here to hear it. You weakly moan as you clench around your own fingers, your cock throbbing as your release shoots out onto your belly. Your hands smack against the bedding of your nest in frustration. You’re so hard it hurts, the puddle underneath you a vulgar mix of sweat, slick, and the copious amounts of precum. Your scent slowly turns acrid, clinging to the walls and clothes underneath you. You whimper and whine in pain, in a daze, you don’t even hear the hum of the elevator. “God Cregane did we need to stay that late?” Jacaerys asks, looking at his watch. “Company dinner you know how it is.” Cregane says offhandedly. “Besides (Y/n) said it wasn’t close enough for us to not go to work.” He adds. As soon as the elevator doors open, they both stumble forward. Jacaerys holds him self up against the wall. Cregane nearly falls over, only held up by Jacaerys. “Why-“ Cregane words die in his throat as another wretched whine rips from your throat. “I’m gonna wring your neck later, but right now we have to help (Y/n).” Jacaerys says through grit teeth. They both take heavy steps towards your nesting room. The open the door, they nearly double over as they’re hit with the phosphorous scent of their un-sated omega. They both release their pheromones in response, they strip down at the door, their members already leaking, hard and at attention. “(Y/n) sweetie, we’re sorry. We’re here now it won’t hurt much longer.” Cregane says nearly weepy. 

You keep sobbing tossing and turning, still too consumed by your heat to smell them or hear them. Jacaerys and Cregane slowly move closer getting into your nest with you. They both kiss your cheeks, their hands gently groping your body. “Huh-?” Your eyes snap open. “Jace? Cregane?” You softly cry. “Yeah honey it’s us. We’re sorry.” Cregane responds, his hands trail down to your hole. He molds his lips against yours kissing you deeply, swallowing every last needy sound you make as he slowly pushes in with three of his thick calloused fingers. You gasp and moan softly into his mouth, your hands going to his back for purchase. “Our poor omega, suffering for god knows how long.” Jacaerys whispers against your skin as he slowly moves downward. He takes your nipple into his mouth, while his hand slowly strokes your aching cock. “Ngh~!” Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you. Your hips jerk up and down unconsciously, riding out your orgasm. “Good fucking boy~” Jacaerys coos. “You look so pretty when you cum (Y/n).” Cregane whispers. “Please fuck me…” You whine. “Make it stop…make me yours…” You throw your head back, still relishing their continued ministrations. 

“As you wish.” Cregane and Jacaerys say in unison. “Cregane you can have him first.” Jacaerys says softly. “Really?” Cregane says excitedly. “Yeah. Show me that knot of yours still works.” Jacaerys huskily spoke. Cregane blushes, before grabbing your legs and putting them on his hip. “You’ve taken mine so many times I doubt yours remembers how it’s done.” Jacaerys teases as he moves behind you. Your skin feels blazing hot, but cooled down where you’re being held and where your skin touches theirs. “Don’t be crass Jacaerys.” Cregane blushes as he grabs his cock and lines it up with your hole. “(Y/n) tell me if it’s too much.” He asks as he slowly pushes in. “Fuck~!” Your back arches off of Jacaerys, your hole clenches and flutters around his blunt tip as he buries inch after thick inch inside of you. “So good~” You whorishly moan. “Faster! Faster…” You sob when Cregane’s groin claps lightly against you. “Harder…hard-“ Jacaerys angles your head towards him, he cuts off your begging with a deep kiss. Jacaerys waits until Cregane starts thrusting, the moment you gasp from the pleasure Jacaerys slides his tongue into your mouth. Jacaerys draws wide stripes against your palate, his tongue caressing every inch of space he can get to. 

Cregane gets going seeing Jacaerys make out with you, his hips crashing against yours, each stronger than the last. “God (Y/n), you feel fucking fantastic.” Cregane hikes one of your legs up higher, one of your ankles sitting by his ear, while he pushes the other one into Jacaerys grasp. “Angh! Uh-Uh!” You gasp at the stretch, sobbing from how deep Cregane can hit now. “Fucking take it.” He hisses, his cock pummeling your insides, trying to leave an imprint in your walls. “Cregane-! Close~!” You shout your legs trembling from your impending release. “No baby~” Jacaerys coos, his hand wrapping around the base of your cock and squeezing, keeping you from your orgasm. “You’re not allowed to finish unless Cregane does.” Jacaerys giggles, licking up your tears. “Jace-! Fuck! Please! Please let me cum…” Your begs are intercut with moans as Cregane fucks into you harder and harder with an unrelenting drive. “Hold it (Y/n), hold it for me.” Jacaerys pleads, kissing your cheek. He smirks feeling you throb and pulse in his hand, but unable to reach your peak. “Such a good boy~” Jacaerys cooed in your ear, before claiming your mouth once more. “Jace- I’m close-“ Cregane stutters as his hips lose rhythm. “Go ahead. Knock him up, make our pretty omega a father.” Jacaerys rasps. “Fuck!” Cregane groans slamming into you and grinding as his cock throbs and paints your insides white. 

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” Cregane leans down, molding his lips against yours, his hand replaces Jacaerys. Your cock squelches as Cregane rapidly strokes it, all while he continues to grind his prick into you, his swollen head rubbing in languid circles against your prostate. “Mmmphgh-“ You weakly moan against Cregane’s lips as your thighs tremble, your cock pulses in his grip, your seed shoots out in sticky ropes, landing in ropes across your body, some lands on Jacaerys’ face one strand lands across his lashes, mixing in with the whiteness of his sclera. Cregane groans softly feeling you convulse around his cock, he feels himself getting sucked in deeper. He slowly pulls back a string of drool bridging the gap between your lips and his. “Jacaerys, your turn.” Cregane shudders as his cock slips out of you. Jacaerys lifts your hips, before sliding underneath you. His hand wraps around your throat, pulling you down to lay on top of him, your back on top of his chest. He smacks his cock against your red rim, before sliding the head in. “Let me know if you need me to go slower…” Jacaerys kisses your cheek. “I know I’m a lot thicker than Cregane.” He mumbles, as he slowly drives his hips upward into your warmth. He’s only half way in when your hips move on their own and force the rest of him in. “Ngh- fuck…” Jacaerys bites your neck, not hard enough to mark, just enough to leave indents. 

You brokenly moan, grinding your hips down into Jacaerys. “S’not enough…” You sob trying to go faster but you can’t not with this angle. Jacaerys’ hand wraps around your throat, a snug grip, as he pulls you flush against him. “Shhh, my sweet omega we’re going to make it better.” Jacaerys kisses your cheek, a smile on his face as he feels you clench around him from the pressure on your neck. “I’ve got you.” He coos, as his hips start to piston upward. “Ah! Fuck- Jace~” You mewl, feeling him spear into your core, where you most need him. “Ngggh! Mmmmfph!” You cry out feeling him nail your prostate with precision. Your hips keep trying to chase his when he pulls out. You can feel every vein and ridge of his girth, the thrum of his heartbeat as it radiates off of him. Jacaerys other hand goes to your hip to hold you in place as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon. “Cregane, take care of him.” Jacaerys commands, his legs bracing him against the bed, before spreading and holding your legs apart. Cregane leans down, holding your leaky aching cock. He kisse the tip, before taking you into his mouth, his nose touches your pelvis. He groans softly as your precum leaks onto his tongue, he bobs his head out of tempo to Jacaerys’ pounding. He focuses on your head, while his hand strokes the part of your shaft that isn’t in his mouth. “Fuck!” You moan loudly, before clenching harshly around Jacaerys as your seed paints Cregane’s throat white. He doesn’t stop sucking or stroking, like he’s trying to milk every last drop you have to give. Jacaerys bites your shoulder, holding himself down as he thrusts harder and faster, his last thrust burying himself to the root. He groans loudly, its muffled by your skin. Jacaerys lets go breathing heavily as he draws out his high, rutting into you shallowly. 

He lets go, kissing the spot he just bit. “I think you’re ready for our knots.” Jacaerys whispers in your ear. “Mmhmm.” You nod eagerly, your hole convulsing and clenching around his hard cock. “Good fucking boy.” Jacaerys coos. “(Y/n)…sweetie…tell us whose knot you want first…” Cregane huskily spoke, loosely fisting at his throbbing cock. “Both…I need both…” You sniffle. Cregane drapes himself over you, rubbing his cheek against yours, while Jacaerys rubs his cheek against the one closest to him. “Shhh, none of that…” Cregane whispers, his fingers going to swipe away the tears. “S’too much…” You cry softly. “Make it stop…” You beg. “We will.” Jacaerys kisses your cheek. “Let’s get comfortable.” Cregane says with a smile. They turn you around, you’re facing Jacaerys, his cock still buried deep inside you, he sits up, your chest rests against his. Cregane lines up behind you, his chest to your back. Cregane rests his chin on your right shoulder while Jacaerys rests on your left shoulder. “Gonna be a big stretch (Y/n).” Cregane warns. “You get both of our knots though, just breathe, and tell Cregane to go slower if you need.” Jacaerys kisses your lips, his hand gently clapping and cupping your cheek. “Alright (Y/n), I’m pushing in.” Cregane warns, as he lines up his thick cock to your stretched rim. 

He slowly teases the blunt head of his prick inside, cooing and shushing when you get too whiny, he pauses, waiting until your breathing evens out before pushing in deeper. “Half way in babe…” Cregane says through grit teeth. He groans loudly at the sight of your stretched hole trying and failing to clench around their shared enormity. Jacaerys groans softly feeling Cregane’s cock slowly slide against his own inside you. Cregane’s hips make a small clap sound as they finally met your mounds of plush soft flesh. “Fuck…” You groan, arching your back, trying to get them in deeper than they already are. Jacaerys’ hands run up and down your body, before stopping on your abdomen, and pushing down. He smirks when you moan lewdly, he can feel himself and Cregane hard and throbbing inside of you. “You feel that (Y/n)?” He asks dazed with a giggle. His hips buck up into yours. “That’s us.” He rasps. “Jace hold (Y/n), I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” Cregane says with a tight jaw. The ache at the base of his cock too much to ignore, his fangs already unsheathed. Cregane tilts your head towards him, kissing you deeply, sliding his tongue in and claiming your mouth. “Is that okay honey? Is it fine if I don’t hold back?” Cregane asks desperately. “Yeah. It’s okay. Please fuck me.” You cry. Jacaerys’ hands go to your hips, holding you at the perfect angle. “I can’t either (Y/n), that’s okay?” Jacaerys asks. “Fuck- yes! It’s fine! Don’t keep me waiting…” You cry out. Jacaerys feels the same ache at the base of his prick, his fangs unsheathing. 

Jacaerys kisses your neck, leaving mottled skin and love bites as he moves to drag his tongue across your scent gland. Cregane mimics the motion up your shoulder blade, leaving bite marks, before settling on your other scent gland. They both slowly start to push in and pull out of your slick velvet warmth. They set an out of tempo pace, as Cregane pushes in, Jacaerys pulls out, and vice versa. When they both push in at the same time, your back arches further, your cock drools heavier, you moans go up an octave as they each force you to accommodate them and their knots. They lose their pacing as they speed up, their need to knot you, and unconscious competition to be the first takes hold. Each of them piston faster, harder, you can feel each of their knots slam against your puffy swollen rim, but they don’t stop, they can’t, and you don’t want them to. Your hand goes down to stroke your own prick, but Cregane’s arms loop around yours and pull back, giving him more leverage to thrust faster, harder. One of Jacaerys’ hands wrap around your cock, quickly jerking you off while his own dick continues to batter your insides. Your eyes widen as they both slam into you one final time, their knots, their shared girth boring into your pliant stretchy hole. “Fuck! Wait-“ You moan loudly. “S’too much!” You shriek as your cock pulses and paints Jacaerys white in your sticky sweet seed. 

Their knots push in, forcing your rim to stretch around their shared apex before they finally pop in. Your rim contracts around them, trying hard to seal, but can’t. Both Jacaerys and Cregane lick and kiss each of your scent glands, before they sink their teeth into your consecrated flesh. You sob as another orgasm is wrung out of you. Your walls try to uselessly contract and wrap around their girth. Jacaerys and Cregane both groan and moan loudly as your walls milk them for all their worth. They both fuck their cum deeper into your core, neither able to get further than the other. They both slowly detach, licking your claimed scent glands, before kissing the sore muscles. Cregane leans down, dragging his tongue up the curve of your spine, moaning softly at the way you taste, the way the salt of your sweat feels on his tongue. Jacaerys drags his fingers through your seed, bringing them to your  mouth. His fingers gently fuck your own release into your mouth, before he molds his lips against your eager taste you on yourself. All you can do is moan and whine weakly as they dote on you. You don’t even realize when Cregane manages to get you all onto your sides. Your earlier phosphorus scent turns into that sated omega sweetness, your chest rumbles as your alphas croon in response. They groom you, they gently massage your body, all while they bite their lip, or their eyes roll back, as your body continues to milk them, and draw load after load out of each of them.

Cregane buries his face into the back of your head, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your hips. “You did great, (Y/n).” He whispers. “Took us so well.” He adds. “Yeah (Y/n). You even made Cregane pop a knot,” Jacaerys giggles, resting his forehead against yours, “I didn’t know he could still do that.” He says warmly. Jacaerys watches your face, he notices the slightest sight of discomfort. “What’s up, (Y/n)?” Jacaerys asks. “My leg is kinda stiff.” You groan. “Here.” Jacaerys whispers, taking your leg by the crux of your knee, and draping your leg over his thigh. “How’s that?” He asks. “A lot better.” You sigh in relief. “How are you doing Cregane?” You ask breathlessly. “Good. A little overwhelmed…it’s my first time knotting an omega.” Cregane admits with a nervous laugh. “Jace tried to prepare me but god you feel incredible nothing could’ve prepared me for this.” He reveals. “Y’know Jace and I tried to mark each other, but alphas can’t mark one another.” He starts. “Yeah…I think I know what you’re getting at Cregane.” Jacaerys speaks up. “Right? Like it’s a puzzle piece we didn’t know we wanted…you’re really special to me- us, (Y/n).” He says lovingly. “I love you both too.” You whisper as your eyes flutter shut. They don’t respond, a small smile tugging on their lips as they watch you fall asleep. When they soften, Cregane pulls out first, cleaning everything up, while Jacaerys gets the tub ready. Once the water is warm enough he and Cregane get you into the water. They gently scrub your body down before they dry you off and place you in your pajamas. They gingerly place you in bed before getting their boxers on and cuddling you as they drift off into sleep. 

Cregane wakes up in his hotel room, groaning as he feels the sticky mess in his underwear and on the sheets. “God I need to get home, I miss them.” He mumbles as he gets up, showers, and starts to get ready. He dons the suit you gave him for your guys’ anniversary, it’s a dark blue color, he’s matched with brown dress shoes, he has solid gold cufflinks that Jacaerys gave him, in the shape of a dire wolf. He takes the elevator down, snapping a quick fit check photo, showing off his suit and cufflinks. He sends off a text to your group chat. ‘I’ve got my two favorite boys with me today. Wish me luck.’ He smiles softly before locking his phone. He walks powerfully, getting into his company provided car. “Good morning Mr. Velaryon-Stark.” His chauffeur greets, before putting the car in drive. “Good morning.” Cregane greets before going over his notes and presentation. He goes on autopilot through the rest of his day, he kills the presentation but he’s not focused on that. He books a plane ticket and leaves a day early, leaving his company card with the employees he took with him to celebrate the deal. He shoots off a text before he boards the plane. As soon as it touches down and he’s through security, he drops his suit case to catch you and Jacaerys as you both run to jump into his arms. You and Jacaerys each rub your cheek against Cregane’s scenting him and welcoming him back. 

[brotherismine]

Stayed up all night to finish this masterpiece 😭❤️💍